33. Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Three

Aleko

I wish we had the time to make jokes and torture these fucking pricks but there’s a wing on fire and the gas tank ain’t far behind.

“Come on, everyone off the fucking plane. Now!” I’m staring at Harrison’s dead body, something sticking out of his eye and clearly lodged in his brain, and wish I could bring him back to life just so I could kill this motherfucker all over again.

But that’s all right. I’ve got Ryan over here I can play with.

The brothers get Darlene and Emily down the stairs and I have to push my Cherry off on Grinder so I can force Ryan off. I can’t believe I’m trying to save his life.

“I don’t have to tell you what’s about to happen here, do I?” As a fireman, he knows the dangers of playing with fire.

“No, you don’t. You also don’t need to tell me what it feels like to have Kenz. She told me she’s mine, you realize that, right? She’s fucking terrified of you.” Oh, for fuck’s sake. Is this guy for real?

“Look, have it your way.” Prez once told me, you can only save those who want to save themselves and, to be honest, I couldn’t care in the least if he lives or dies.

Turning on my heel, I jog out down the aisle and practically jump off the five steps in one go, then I sprint as fast as I possibly can.

Everyone I love is off the runway and sitting, safely, on the grass. My running speeds up as Mackenzie breaks free from Grinder, who scowls like she’s just ruined his life, and heads straight into my arms.

Like in the movies, the plane behind me explodes into a ball of heat at my back just as my Cherry jumps on me, arms and legs wrapped around my neck and waist. Unlike the movies, the sheer blowback from the explosion propels me forward and we both fall into a heap on the grass.

“Fuck me, Cherry baby. Your love is like a bomb!”

“You’re so cheesy, Aleko. And ouch, that hurt.” I’m not stupid enough to tell her that if she’d stayed with Grinder, she’d be fine right now. Besides, she’s in my arms where she belongs and that’s all I need to know.

“Did your fireman get out?” When I ran out, I didn’t look back so I have no idea if the guy was following me.

“Yeah, he’s passed out on the tarmac.” The lack of emotion in her tone makes me chuckle. Damn, she’s hardcore.

Fucking perfect.

“I swear, this kid eats more than you do.” Mackenzie has been seen by the doc, her wounds tended to, and now I’m watching my son nursing on my wife’s breast. It’s the most soothing image ever. Despite wanting to turn back time so I can kill Harrison Beaufort myself for daring to put his fucking hands on my old lady, I couldn’t have asked for a better outcome.

“Then he’ll be just fine.” I grin, a cherry sucker in my mouth and a burning love for my family in my heart.

Earlier tonight, we hightailed it out of there within minutes of the explosion, knowing the police would already be on their way, the fire department’s wailing siren dangerously close. Mackenzie insisted that she check on Ryan, her EMT training kicking in. But as soon as we ran up to him, the piece of metal stuck in the back of his head told us everything we needed to know.

With no other choice, we got on our bikes and came home. I’m sure we’ll get some kind of visit from Celia Shipman and her sheriff’s department, but until then, we’re just going to enjoy this time together.

Emily stayed back, shocked and catatonic. We couldn’t put her on a bike, it would have been too dangerous. Mackenzie feels bad, thinks we should have tried harder, but fuck that. The woman kidnapped my wife. I don’t give two fucks what happens to her.

I mean, sure, she could very well tell the police Mackenzie killed that fucker, but from the look on her face after Grinder whispered in her ear, I think she’s going to shut her mouth and leave us out of it.

“Look, he fell asleep while he was eating.” I’m already watching him, I can’t take my eyes off him.

“Smart kid.”

“You’re impossible.” I grin at Cherry’s words, knowing impossible is code for awesome.

I watch in silence as she so naturally takes care of our baby, the way she holds him and the ease with which she feeds him. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

“Hey, babe?” Her whisper pulls me out of my admiration.

“Yeah?”

“I’m just now remembering…in the plane, Beaufort was giving his evil villain speech and he mentioned The Firm? Does that mean anything to you?” There are two big things wrong with this conversation, the big one being…why is she thinking about Beaufort while we’re here in our little safe bubble.

“Never heard of it.” Leaning in, I kiss her shoulder and whisper. “We’ll deal with all things Beaufort and the aftermath of it all later. Right now, enjoy this time with us.”

And we do until my need for her is almost too much to ignore.

“Here,” I tell her, rolling off the bed gentle as can be. “I’ll put him back into his bassinet.” Wearing only my briefs, I walk around the bed and take my conked out son in my arms, his head to my nose. I’ll never get enough of his baby scent but, right now, I need to make sure my wife is okay.

Without rocking him too much, I place Gryff in his cozy little bed and make sure his fingers are tucked into his tiny pajamas so he doesn’t scratch himself. In the last month, I’ve learned more than I have in ten years. Babies are a full-time job for us both and I fucking love it. Being in the club and raising a kid won’t be easy and probably not acceptable in the eyes of most people, but we’re not most people.

We’re Psycho and Cherry, raising our Gryffin with every ounce of love we have.

“I know that look.” She does, and she’s spot on.

With a grin wide as can be, I turn off the light and let the room bathe in the nightlight we installed so we could look at the baby without using our phones or turning on the overhead.

“Yes, you do.”

Covering her with my body, I glide my lips across hers and slide my tongue inside her mouth. My sucker is long gone but we share the taste of it for as long as the kiss lasts.

Her greedy little hands at the front of my briefs, Cherry pushes the fabric down and pulls out my cock—hard and aching for her.

“Aleko.” My name on her lips is like water to a parched mouth. It soothes and heals me, makes my heart swell to twice its size.

“Mackenzie,” I whisper back, but I don’t push inside her, afraid it might be too early for sex. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m fine. Be gentle and make love to me.” Well, it’s impossible to say no to my Cherry. Reaching down to wrap my fingers around my shaft, I slowly, oh so fucking gently, slide my dick inside her hot, wet pussy, one excruciating inch at a time. It’s been a month since I’ve been able to feel her, to be inside her. To be one with her. It’s not just about the sex—okay, that part is fucking amazing—it’s about the connection to her. The way our bodies come together like they were created for one another. Not having that for four weeks was its own type of Hell on Earth.

“Thank you for giving me a family, Cherry baby.” My hips don’t snap, they move like waves crashing on the shore every time I bottom out inside her.

“You…you saved me.” Fuck, her words do things to me. My club saved my life but Mackenzie and Gryff saved my soul.

We make love, in silence and with a softness we’ve never experienced before, until the need to come gets the better of us.

With a gasp, my Cherry squeezes my cock just as I feel myself losing control. Well aware that, right now, she’s primed for pregnancy again, I quickly pull out and come all over her belly. Jets of my cum land over her skin and once I’m finished, I roll to my side and spread my seed over her sweat-beaded flesh.

In my state of post-nut clarity, I can’t help but think back on all the things we’ve gone through together. We’ve fought hard for each other, both against outside forces and between the two of us. We clawed our way through Hell and, somehow, managed to come out the other side more in love with each other than we had been at the start. We got a pet together, we moved in together, we made a home together, we made a whole ass human together.

There isn’t another human on this planet I could imagine doing half of that shit with, let alone all of it.

Mackenzie owns me in my entirety, heart and soul, for this life and however many come after it.

“I love you, Cherry baby.” Her wide grin tells me everything I need to know.

Our lifestyle may be different, but she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Fuck, she’s perfect.