Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

Grace

Since that ‘first family date,' as I call it, whenever they can Francis and Damien are together. Watching them makes my heart happy. Yeah, I can admit my error in thinking all bikers are like Wrecker and his club.

Francis is nothing like Damien's biological father. He actually treats Damien like he's his own child. And Damien is blossoming from all the male attention. It's like Francis is straight out of my head. Feels like he reads my thoughts constantly because he is truly my dream man come true. My son finally has a wonderful role model and I can't tell who is enjoying themselves more, Damien or Francis.

The last couple of weeks have been extremely hectic with work, the clinic, Francis' shifts at the firehouse, and the obligations he has with the Grimm Wolves MC. If I am being honest, his club still scares me a bit, seeing the only other one I know is Wrecker's, and they are insane. Before Francis takes Damien and me to his club, he wants to build on what we have. I totally get it. Neither of our lives have been what I would classify as normal, so we are trying to find our way. And I like that he wants to spend quality time with just us.

As I drive home from the hospital, I think about the text I received earlier today. Francis isn't on shift at the firehouse, so he asked if he could pick up Damien and take him to the park. They love running around, playing ball, and eating ice cream after. He always texts me first to see if it is okay so I can explain it to Donna, the sitter I have watching Damien. She isn't a fan of Francis, or she was until he stopped by late one night as she was leaving. When she saw his kutte with the club name across the back, she became very cold toward him, almost hostile and rude. We spoke about it and even though I totally understand her concern, Donna said she didn't want to see me make the same mistake twice. Donna knows who Damien's father is and she hates him, never hiding that fact except from my son. Damien is young and na?ve, and as not to hurt him we don't speak about Wrecker that often. He knows he is not coming back but doesn't know he is in prison. Maybe when he is older I will tell him, but I want him to enjoy being as normal of a kid as he can. Donna's attitude toward Francis surprised me at first, but just like Francis, he is slowly bringing her around with just being himself.

Realizing I have some time to myself, I decide to stop at the grocery store to pick up a couple of things. My boys will be hungry when they get home. Just that thought brings a smile to my face. I've never had this and damn it feels so good. To have someone in my life that is on my side, who supports me, is the best. Francis and I haven't had much time alone, usually only after Damien goes to bed; so we are either on the couch making out like teenagers or have even gone into my room for some privacy, just a few times though. I'm not a prude but with my son in the house we've only taken it so far. Most of our encounters have taken place if Damien was out with my parents or at Donna's playing with her fur babies.

We haven't gotten around to doing the deed or having crazy monkey sex yet, unfortunately. But damn does Francis know what he is doing and what I want. Between his kisses, hands, and mouth, I am just about always turned on when he is close to me. My body is constantly humming. I really want him, all of him, but am afraid to push him. I know he is hiding things still, because even though his hands have touched my body, he won't let me do the same, not even under his T-shirt .

Every time I try, he pulls my hands out and manages to distract me. It is frustrating as hell since I've seen the scarring there. I saw the scars when I stitched him up, but I think there are some even worse ones he is worried I'll feel or see.

So he has managed to get me off with his fingers, and hands down, they have to be the best orgasms of my life. He watches me while taking his time, almost like he is reading what my desires are, and gives me exactly what I want. He doesn't rush and never misses where I need him to be. And God does he like to play, like bringing me right to the point of no return, then suddenly slowing down while keeping me turned on. I want to jump his bones, but am not sure enough of myself to attempt that. Wrecker was abusive in many ways, and my self-confidence suffered because of him. Francis tells me constantly how pretty I am, what a good mom I am, and how smart I am. Not to mention how sexy I am. He is definitely good for my confidence and ego.

Lost in my thoughts, pushing the cart through the store, I come to an abrupt stop when someone grabs my cart. When I look up, I gasp as I see some of the Satan's Flaming Marauders MC standing around my cart. Shit, just what I don't need today. Before I can even say anything, the smirks fall from their faces, which pale as they look behind me.

As I turn, I see Francis' brothers from his club walking down the aisle. I know three from when they brought Francis in the emergency room that first day after the fight, I believe their names are Chains, Fury and Bad Dog but the fourth one...I have no idea who he is. He looks really pissed or better yet furious, which literally scares the crap out of me. He is tall, close to Francis' height, and huge; this guy is ripped. He walks right up to me, putting his arm around my shoulders. I look at his kutte and see the patch: President. Damn, this is Brick. Francis and I have spoken about this guy. Francis looks up to him and even considers him like an older brother. He told me Brick took care of him in the early years, helping him to deal with the abuse he suffered as a child. Brick also supports Francis in his dual lifestyle.

"Assholes, you've been warned not to come near Grace or her kid. So unless you are here to pick up some ass wipes, can one of ya explain to me why we are seeing you at all?"

"Look, Brick, we were just checking in on Wrecker's family. Our prez explained Wrecker doesn't want anyone with his ol' lady and kid. Thought that was relayed. No disrespect intended, though."

I can feel the immediate change in all of Francis' brothers. They become more alert and stand taller, shoulders back, ready for anything.

Then Chains walks up next to Brick, smirking.

"Last warning, assclowns...Walk away and never bother Grace again. She is with Stitch now, so that means they are under our protection, and unlike your club, we protect what is ours. Got nothing else to say. Tell your prez to move on before we eliminate the Satan's Flaming Marauders MC, like we should have years ago. You're fuckin' little boys playing at being bikers. Not one of you truly understands the life or what it means. Grace is off-limits, as is her kid. Get the fuck out of here, NOW."

Brick feels me shaking so he pulls me closer while we watch the other MC members moving down the aisle, literally falling over each other to get away. Once they are gone, I go to pull away but Brick tightens his hold, looking down at me. Shivering, I look up to see the most intense green eyes staring right at me.

"Grace, sorry we finally meet like this, got a call telling us they were following ya so we had to make our presence known. Hopefully they get the message, but if not, don't worry; we got this. Can I ask why you're alone?"

Feeling my hair stand on edge at his question, I want to tell him it isn't any of his business, but I can't knowing the way it works in any club. He is the president, so respect is given, no questions asked. And I don't want to make Francis look bad with his club and brothers, as we are dating. I try and can't hide the tone of my voice though.

"Francis is with Damien at the park. Both of my boys like to hang out together whenever they have the opportunity. Sorry, maybe Francis forgot to call you for permission. Thought he only needed mine."

Nervous at my smart mouth I watch Brick take in what I just said, I anxiously wait for him to lose his temper or put me in my place. I am totally surprised when he continues to look at me, then throws his head back and laughs. So do the brothers with him.

"Looks like Stitch got himself a quick-witted one, if you know what I mean. Glad to meet ya, Grace. Hope to see you again real soon. Tell Francis I get it, now that we've met. He was right. Hope to see you and your boy at the next family barbecue."

Not sure what he is talking about, I pull away, moving my cart down the aisle quickly. All I can hear is their laughter following me, and with everything that just happened, I'm feeling kind of spunky so I turn, smile, and for some reason not known to me I flip them the bird. My action makes them laugh even harder and brings a smile to my face.

Yeah, Francis' brothers might be okay after all.