Chapter 20

His words growled in my ear along with his thick cock pushing into me has me flying apart, tipping over the edge; fireworks go off behind my eyes and my body convulses under the weight of my husband. All thought flies out of my head as Gus starts pumping into me at a blistering pace. He has his hands gripping my hips, pulling me back onto his cock as he thrusts into me, roughly fucking me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before and I love it. I love how he’s taking his anger out on my body in the best of ways. The deliciousness of his hands on my skin, his sweat dripping on my back, him inside me. I’m consumed by Gus and it all feels so right. He pulls out of me, moves to the end of the bed, flips me to my back, grabs my ankle, and pulls me until my legs are hanging off the end.

He gives me a feral smirk before placing his hands under my knees and pushing up, folding me in half, my cunt spread wide. He slaps my pussy with his hand and then dives in, this tongue, fingers, lips devouring me. Holy fuck. I’ve lost the ability to speak. Only moans and grunts escape me, sounding animalistic even to my own ears. In no time at all, the pressure builds in my lower stomach and I’m worried I’m going to pee myself. I wriggle to get away, but Gus isn’t having it, using his arms to pin my knees up near my shoulders. He makes a feral growling sound.

“This is your punishment. You’re going to fucking take it, all of it.” He stares down at me, holding my gaze. I’m panting and my head is fuzzy and I know he wants something from me, but my mind is full of cotton wool. He growls again before landing a slap on my puffy sex once more, clearing the fog from my brain.

“Please, it’s too much,” I gasp out. “I’m s-sorry, Gus. I won’t do it again. Please, let me come!”

He makes a rumbling sound of approval before swiping his tongue from my ass to clit in one long swipe and then doubles down on his efforts. My body feels like a live wire, my chest is heaving at the sensations pinging through me. I’m panting so hard my vision is blurring and just as I’m teetering on the brink for the second time, just about to go over, he unfolds me, straightens, lines up his cock and fucks into me with such force that the damn breaks and I scream, coming all over him, wetness flowing out of me, dripping off the bed.

“Fuck yes baby, fucking drench me in your cum,” Gus growls out, before his hips stutter and he lets out a long, low roar, his cock jerking inside me, setting me off again. He pumps his hips gently, moaning, gasping for breath. My legs clamped around him, trembling as my pussy keeps pulsing around him.

Oh. My. God. The release is so big, so huge that all the emotion that has been building up flows from my eyes, tears dripping down into my hair. I feel Gus gently pull himself from me, scooping me up under my arms and placing me higher up the bed until my head is resting on the pillow.

“Shhhh, shhhh baby, it’s ok. I’m here and I’ll always be here with you. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Gus’s hands are on either side of my face, wiping my tears with his thumbs, his soothing voice breaking through all my emotions.

I gaze up at his dark brown gaze, full of worry.

“N-No, you didn’t hurt me, I hurt you! I didn’t mean to. I’m s-sorry Gus. I’m so sorry,” I sputter out. His face softens, his eyes look all melty as he smiles softly at me before pulling me into his powerful arms, my face resting in that yummy space between his shoulder and his jaw.

“Oh baby, I’m fine. I’m good. I hurt you too, by holding on too tight and pushing when I should have given you space. I’m sorry.” I lean back to frown at him.

“We can’t both be sorry.”

“Why not? We both made mistakes. But we know better now. I know to give you space if you need it, and you know not to run at the first sign of a problem. There. Done.” He smiles down at me with such certainty that I can’t help but smile back. I place my hand on the side of his face and marvel when he leans into my touch. Rubbing his stubble with my thumb, I draw his face down to mine and kiss him, pouring all my emotions and feelings into the kiss.

Gus pulls back from me, then thinks better of it before dropping a kiss to the top of my nose.

“Come on babe, we have cum all over us and in us, and I don’t know about you, but I feel like I need to luxuriate in Roman’s shower some more.” He slaps me on the ass, then goes to jump up off the bed. Instead, a howl erupts from him and he rolls back onto the bed, writhing in pain.

“Gus! Gus, what the hell is happening? What’s wrong?” I’m up and leaning over his rolling, rocking body, trying to figure out what’s happening. The noises coming from him are pure agony, giving him an inability to speak and it’s freaking me the hell out. Do I run and call the chopper? Do I administer first aid? His face is screwed up, all red, and he’s panting as he stretches his long, shapely leg straight up in the air, flexing his toes.

“Argh, fuck! Cramp! It burns! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I watch as his calf almost ripples before the cramping calms, Gus’s breathing slowly coming back to normal. He releases a breathy sigh before flopping his arms and legs back on the bed like a starfish. With his soft dick out. While I lean over him, boobs swinging in his face, nipples pointing south and his cum leaking out of me. We are such a mess and I can’t help the giggle that bubbles up in my throat. Gus turns his head toward me with a frown and a pout, like a sad little boy, and I can’t help it. I absolutely lose it. It doesn’t take long before Gus stops pouting, instead rolling his eyes at me, grabbing my boob and giving it a jiggle.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s so funny. You hike 6 hours and not get a cramp.” He pouts at me one more time before batting his lashes at me. “Can you please help me up, Wife?” I let my giggles subside, then crawl over Gus to get out on his side of the bed.

“Fuck, that’s so filthy and hot,” I hear him whisper, and I know it’s because he’s just copped an eyeful of what’s leaking out of me. I slide off the bed, stand and offer him my hand, pulling him to standing, my breasts pressed against his lower chest.

“Promise me you’ll always be there to help me up after a hike?” Gus says, smiling down at me.

“Always, my love.” I watch the smile slip from his face, replaced with shock and awe.

“Did you just…?”

“I did. I love you, Gus. With everything in me. And I’m not going to lie and say I’m not scared, because I am. I’m fucking terrified that something or someone will take you away from me and I’ll never recover. But I’d rather have you for however long I have you for, than never have you at all.” I stare into his eyes and watch as they crinkle in the corners until a grin covers his face.

“Ana, I am so fucking in love with you. When,” I watch as he swallows, “When I thought I’d lost you, I went mad with grief and anger and blamed myself for wanting you so much that I’d pushed you away.” He looks so sad, so I lift the hand in mine to my lips and kiss the back of his knuckles. His other hand cups my face and I lean into his warmth.

“Baby, I need you. I want to wake up with you every morning and go to sleep with you every night. I want to make a life with you, children, a dog, everything. I cannot picture my life without you in it. Nothing and no one will ever tear me away because you are the reason I breathe. It’s all you Ana. Without you, there is no me.” He pulls me into his chest, his hand cupping the back of my head as I let tears of relief fall. God, I love this man. I fall asleep with visions of a long live together.

“Mmph, Gus. Babe, your phone.” Small hands shove me until I roll toward the bedside table where my phone is currently jumping around. I’m exhausted after the marathon make up sessions Ana and I have been indulging in. We’ve been wrapped in a bubble for the past two days, but it looks like that’s all coming to an end.

Marx: Enough with the honeymoon. Come and get your fucking family.

I throw my phone on the floor and cover my eyes with my forearm.

“What’s wrong? Do we need to go back?”

Soft, little kisses pepper the arm covering my face, so I wrap it around my wife’s shoulders and pull her in for a kiss. Morning breath be damned.

“It was Marx. I need to ‘come and get my fucking family’.” Ana makes a snorting noise, then cuddles closer.

“Well, we probably should head back. I told Dayz I’d be away for two days, and I have been. I don’t want her to think I’m a liar.”

“Wait, what do you mean you told her two days? When?”

“I saw her when I, um, ran away. I told her to look after you and I’d be back in two days.” A long breath leaves me. “She didn’t tell you, did she?” I can hear the amusement in Ana’s voice.

“No. No, she did not.” Ana laughs, then rolls away to the edge of the bed before springing up. I’ve never seen anyone go from asleep to fully awake and full of pep quite like she does.

“Ok, well then, I’ll call Roman for a ride, then I’m going to pack our stuff and have one last cup of tea on my rock out there.” I admire her as she dresses, pulling on her soft, casual clothes. Her hair is all mussed up from the last time we made love. Slow and steady. Breathing each other in, loving each other.

“I’ll get our shit ready. You call Roman, then relax baby. I got this.” She grins before dancing around to my side of the bed, dropping another kiss on my lips and heading off to make her call.

Going through my bag, I pull on clothes for the first time since I got here. It’s been nice spending naked time with my wife, but now it’s time for revenge. I check to see where Ana is. She’s outside, walking around, talking on the phone, a big smile on her face. Quietly searching the house I find the laundry, and our clothes that we never got around to washing. My hiking laundry is in there and it’s exactly what I need.

Picking up my worn socks, underclothes, and t-shirt, I bring them to my nose before gagging a little. These will do nicely. Roman will learn not to fuck with a Tombs. I giggle like a little girl as I stuff my gross clothes in little hidey holes all around Roman’s luxurious cabin. Take that asshole.

“Babe! How’re you getting on?” Ana’s voice calls out, so I run back to the master room and start throwing shit into our bags. She wanders in, leaning on the doorjamb as she watches me. “Our ride will be here in 20. Meet you on the rock when you’re done?”

“Sure thing baby, I’m almost done here, anyway.” She spins on her tip toes before flouncing off down the hall. It’s amazing the change I can see in her. From that one small act of hiking all the way here, showing her I am all in, that I will fight for her; she’s a different person. More relaxed, more open. Shit, maybe Roman did me a favour after all? I think of all my manky stuff stinking up the place.

Fuck it. He may have gotten this one thing right, but he’s still a dick.

I grab our stuff and lug it out the front, following the track to the helipad where I dump it all on the ground. Gazing around me, all I can see in every direction is the large wood that Roman owns. The sounds of nature fill my senses almost to the brim. Looking back toward the house, I can see Ana on the large, flat rock, a sense of peace surrounding her. I follow the path back down, heading to my wife. Lowering myself down behind her, I pull her into the V of my legs. She leans her weight against my chest, taking my hands in hers, guiding my arms to wrap around her.

“I love you, little wife,”

“And I love you, massive husband.” I let out a chuckle, then bury my nose in her hair, relishing the smell and feel of her as the sound of chopper blades gets closer.

“Time to go home, Gus.”

* * *

I stand looking at the four dumbasses, and my mother-in-law, in front of me, all looking varying degrees of guilty. Well, ok, maybe only Tav and Debs do. The other three Tombs are staring at me like the assholes they are.

“Does anyone, anyone at all, want to explain to me why the hell Marx has summoned me, not so politely, to ‘come and get your fucking family’,” I use my fingers to indicate the exact words Marx used to describe them.

I look at them all, one by one. Tav is taking great pains to look anywhere else but at me. Debs is looking at her feet, Dayz is staring at something behind me, her head tipped like a curious dog and the other two are just looking bored.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I take a deep breath before feeling a small, soft hand gently caressing the tense spot between my shoulders. I look down at my wife and smile. We’ve spent the last two days wrapped up in each other. Meaning these fuck knuckles have been left to their own devices. Which somehow meant they all decided they needed to become Marx’s problem.

“You do all realize that this is an MC clubhouse? Which means it’s for the MC. Not pain in the ass in-laws.”

“Well, now, I like to think that we’re all friends…?” Tav trails off when Marx growls at him. To any other person, that growl on its own would put a man in his place. But it would seem the Tombs are made of different stuff because even though Tav’s argument dies on his lips, none of them look particularly bothered.

“Tell him what the fuck you did,” Marx growls out, leaning across the dining table in the common room, glaring at the five of them lined up on the other side.

“Wellll, there was a bit of a…hmmm, how do I put it…. a bit of a kind of explosion.” Tav winces out, his face screwing up the longer he speaks. I let out a breath, and I hear Ana snort behind me.

“A kind of explosion? Does anyone want to explain what the fuck kind of exploded?”

Dayz’s eyes flick to mine briefly before flitting away again. “It wasn’t a ‘kind of’ explosion. It was definitely an explosion. And it was a person. Or people.”

I blink once. Then twice, trying to register her words. I turn to look at Marx, who is almost vibrating. He’s that pissed. Glaring back at my family, I put my hand into my jacket, pull out my antacids and without even looking at Marx, I offer them to him in my outstretched hand. I wait a moment and then they’re snatched out of my hand and a gruff “Thank you” is aimed my way.

“Can you run that by me again, please?”

Dayz huffs with impatience. “The nomad bodies. Me, Pops and Tav were running an experiment to get rid of them, and they exploded. Kaboom. All the insides outside. Which,” she spins to look at Pops, “I’ve figured, must have been their diet. If they’re anything like this MC, they’d have a heavy diet of beer, carbs, sugar-”

“Fuck you’re right girl! We didn’t take diet into account. We figured they’d ferment like normal cadavers, but their diet of beer would have accelerated it. Making them all pop off like corks on homebrew,” Pops chuckles, shaking his head. Tav, Dayz and Pops are all leaning in to each other and I know they’re gonna wanna pow wow about this new information, so I growl at them, making them stand to attention, even Pops.

“So if you three exploded someone, why the hell are you two in trouble?” I look at Jules and Debs at the end of the line.

“Um, I may have dropped a little, tiny bit of ‘fun time herb’ into the brownies I baked.” The others snicker under their breaths.

“Ok. And why was that a problem?”

“She didn’t tell us. Remy had some, and it didn’t fucking agree with her,” Wire grinds out, and Debs looks his way apologetically.

“Wire, it’s ok. I’m fine. They just made me feel funny for a while,” Remy places her hand on Wire’s forearm, petting him gently, and now I see what Dayz was watching over my shoulder.

“Still, you should have known before eating them. You said some pretty crazy stuff,” he mumbles under his breath. A pink blush covers her face, and she almost withdraws into herself. Wire murmurs something to her, and then places his hand over hers. Interesting.

“I’m so sorry, Remy, I didn’t think. I should have warned you before you ate them. Sorry Marx, sorry, guys.” Debs drops her eyes to her hands, and she looks so remorseful that if Marx doesn’t soothe her soon, me and him are gonna have problems. Marx softens his voice when he speaks.

“It’s ok Debs. You meant well. Maybe just give us all a heads up next time, yeah?”

“So you’ll still let me bake for you?” She says, hope in her large, brown eyes.

“Fuck yes, you aren’t getting off the hook that easy.” She beams up at him before looking to Wire and Remy. Wire gives a tight smile and a nod, while Remy, the exact opposite of Wire, gives her a wide grin and a thumbs up.

“Ok, that leaves me with you, Jules. What did you do?” I brace myself. Much like Dayz, Jules doesn’t mince his words. He stares at me for a beat, then exhales. Shit, it must be bad.

“I was fucking a few of the club girls with Fox and Nitro and accidentally,” his eyes swing to Marx, “thrust too hard.” I frown at my wife, who looks baffled as to what the problem could be.

“So, Marx is pissed because you fucked a club girl, too hard?” She asks him, looking at him in a way I do not like. Like she wants to know what type of fucker he is. He’s a filthy fucker. And she’s mine. So I remedy that by covering her eyes with my hand. She giggles and then pries my fingers apart so she can see.

“It gave her a fright. She went shooting up the bed, head-butting Fox’s lap with force, breaking his cock. He can’t go on the run he’s scheduled for. He won’t be able to ride for a while.” He has the decency to cringe at this, at least.

I look at Marx, and I can see his lips twitch slightly, but we have to put on a show of strength. If we don’t, these assholes will run amok.

“I have no idea why the hell you even had an orgy in the middle of the fucking day. On a Tuesday. When you’re meant to be working on finding those missing girls for the FBI. You,” I jab my finger at him “Are going to help Dayz and Pops clean up the mess they made,” I hear him mutter “What the fuck?” under his breath, but he nods before they excuse themselves to get to work.

“Wait, what about me?” Tav says, his hand in the air like he’s at school and I’m his fucking teacher.

“You have a bike. You’re going to do the run with Nitro. No. Fucking. Shenanigans. Got me?” He nods enthusiastically.

“Get with Nitro, he’ll go over route and shit with you,” Marx says, waving him off.

“And you, Debs, you’re on cooking duty here for the next week. Ok?” She beams up at me like I just gave her the best present in the world before nodding and heading off into the kitchen, Ana’s arm around her shoulders, their heads bent together.

“Sorry man. I just don’t know what comes over them.” I run my hand down my face and accept the beer the prospect hands me after Marx waves his over.

“They’re like honey badgers, man. They just don’t give a fuck.”

We both take a long pull of our beers, sitting quietly for a moment, then Marx lets out a snort, and then a chuckle, shaking his head back and forth.

“I swear to god, when those body parts rained down on my compound, for a split second I wished I had never pulled your sister into my office that night. If we had just let her do her thing, stayed out of it, then I wouldn’t have to put up with all this shit.” He takes another sip before he carries on. “But then my brother wouldn’t have found his person and I wouldn’t have one of the best enforcers I’ve ever had. I mean, my brother is a scary bastard, but that tiny woman? She can get grown men to spill their guts like no one I’ve ever seen.”

I snort, “Thanks man. I’ll take that as a compliment for the Tombs family fuckups.”

“Yeah, you guys are alright. You’re growing on me. Like a fungus.”

Ana

I follow Mum into the kitchen and we go through what’s in the fridge and pantry in companionable silence for a while. We work together like a well-oiled machine, somehow deciding that lasagne is on the menu tonight, without saying a word to each other. I look at her. Her dark curls bouncing around her face as she chops and dices ingredients. I notice the gray in her hair, the crinkles around her eyes from where she smiles so much. I realize that I’ve been so in my head I haven’t been a good daughter.

“Mum, I’m sorry I haven’t been spending much time with you since you’ve been here,”

“Aw baby, it’s ok. You’re a busy girl, and you’ve had a lot going on. But I have too. I’ve been having so much fun with this crazy family. You don’t need to worry about me, girl.”

“But I do! You came here to see me and you’ve had to make do with hanging out with Pops.” She smiles at me with a twinkle in her eye.

“Trust me, it’s no great hardship,” Um, ok.

“Anyway baby, how are things going with Gus? Have you stopped running and decided to hold on to that man with both hands?” I roll my eyes at her and then fix her with a bored look, one that she waves off with a snort. “Well?”

“Yes, Mum. I’ve stopped running and I’ve decided to maybe do a couple of sessions with that counselor lady. I’m hoping, no, I want, to enjoy my friendships and my relationship without that worry gnawing at me.” Her face softens as she puts down the knife she was using and crosses the kitchen to wrap me in a hug.

“I’m so proud of you, baby. I mean, it’s taken long enough, what 20, 30 years? But you’re getting there and I never thought I’d see the day.”

I wipe a stray tear off my cheek and nod at her. I’m proud of myself too.

“So, Ivan’s funeral is tomorrow. How do you feel about that?” She eyes me, knowing full well how close we were. And we were. But he made his decision, and it cost him his life. Yes, he was my friend and yes, we had some amazing times. I will use this time to grieve for my friend. To say goodbye to the man I knew and loved, not the man that betrayed me. I also want to support Jenn, who is still my friend. She will need all the help she can get.

“I’m going to say goodbye to the man I knew. And to offer support to Jenn. She’s going to need it.”

“We’ll all be here for you too, babe,” Gus says from where he is leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen. My stomach flutters a little when I look up at him, marveling at how he chose me, and he loves me, and he will never hurt me. Knowing that deep in my heart is heady and powerful. And freeing.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we gotta get going, babe. We got our last session with Marta,”

“Yup. And we’re going to ace this one!” He holds his hand out for me and I twine my fingers with his, letting him lead me out to his SUV that still doesn’t have running boards on it. He grips my hips and lifts me in like I weigh nothing.

“I love you,” He whispers as he drops a kiss to my lips, then buckles my seatbelt before rounding the front, tapping a merry tune on the hood, smiling at me through the windshield. I rest my head on the headrest and smile to myself. Yup, free. Free to love this man as much as he can handle.