“We’ll figure this out. Go hug your woman and kids,” Cannon said, clasping a hand on Speedy’s shoulder.
“Thanks. I think I will.”
Chapter Nineteen
Speedy walked into the clubhouse party, his hand on Violet’s waist. When he saw Violet in her tight jeans, hugging every luscious curve, and the flowy, V-neck shimmering top that highlighted his woman’s magnificent cleavage, he had to fight his instincts that wanted to say screw the party—let’s spend the evening in bed. But his girl deserved everything, including hanging out with her new friends. And if he had blue balls by the end of the night, then he’d deal with it.
“Oh my, Miss Violet. Please tell me you’ve decided to toss Speedy over and let me have a chance,” one of the twins that Speedy guessed was Finn, because although both were pranksters and charmers, Ben was a little more introverted.
“Although I appreciate the words, you had your chance before Speedy and I got together. You were too busy having a contest with your brother on how many women you could convince to date you at one time,” Violet replied.
Speedy chuckled. Oh, he adored seeing his woman let the words she’d always held back come out now. Besides being wonderful, she had quite the wit.
“Aww, I’m hurt. I’m not sure how I’ll survive,” he said.
“Probably by diving into loads and loads of pussy,” Violet said, grinning.
“And on that note, I’m going to go drown my sorrows in a beer,” Finn said, winking at Violet.
Speedy leaned close, breathing in Violet’s vanilla scent—the scent he now associated with his home.
“Proud of you,” he said, kissing her cheek. The blinding smile she gifted him was one he wanted to see on her face the rest of their lives.
Speedy led Violet over to a table with Beth, Flick, Emerson, Slice, and Faith.
“Have room for two more?” Speedy asked.
“Oh, Violet, you look gorgeous. I’m amazed Speedy didn’t say forget the party and keep you home,” Beth commented.
“Well, it was a close call, but my woman needs all the experiences with her friends her first Christmas at Bluff Creek,” Speedy said.
“Oh, good answer,” Faith replied.
“Can I have your attention?” War said, standing with his arm around Remi.
The room quieted until everyone was waiting for War.
“Christmas has been a special time for me since I was three. That was the year my mom accepted a job with Bluff Creek Brotherhood MC. When Roam and I came with our mom, we’d run out of food because our biological father was a bigamist. He died and we lost everything… at least that’s what we thought when Mom loaded up the car.
“But instead, we got everything—a family where the brothers, who were all single, did everything to make it the best Christmasever. And if Baron tries to blame Regina for all the animals here at Bluff Creek, just remind him who gave two boys their first dogs for Christmas,” War said, pausing for the laughter.
Baron was smiling, his arm around Regina.
“We grew up with a great life. We left for a while, and then I returned and found the love of my life in a fierce, amazing woman who taught me after a couple of bumps in the road, that loving a fierce, badass woman is the best kind of love.
“We’ve had so many changes over the years since Bear and I returned home, dragging Cannon and Flick with us. We’ve welcomed brothers and sisters to Bluff Creek. Friends have become family. The population explosion of kids is only rivaled by the animals we’ve added to the mix.
“And I take pride in Remi and me adding another fierce daughter to the Bluff Creek family this year. Remi, I am in awe of your strength.
“And let’s give a shout-out to Roam for knocking up Sprite for their seventh child. At this rate, you’re close to having your own baseball team. And we can’t forget Speedy and Violet with their little ones making our Christmas a little more lively,” War said.
Speedy hugged Violet, her cheeks blushing beautifully, but he could see how pleased she was to be a part of this new family.
“You’re still behind on children, War. Maybe you and Remi should get on the ball,” Regina said.
“Mom, I’m still ahead of Brew, who isn’t even here and still doesn’t have a woman. But I know you all want to party, and we have a deadline from the babysitters at the daycare. To the Originals who started it all. To the next generation who’ve taken up the mantle. To the amazing Bluff Creek women and to all our new friends who have become family in such a short time. To Bluff Creek,” War yelled.
“To Bluff Creek,” Speedy yelled along with the crowd. Once it died down, he stood. “What drinks do you all want?” he asked.
