My body followed mindlessly, as my brain was still lost in the fog from my orgasm. Bash entered me in one smooth stroke, and I gasped at how intense it felt. I gave a loud moan, which spurred him to move. With his chest pressed against my back, he started up at a punishing pace. It was too much and not enough all at once. He felt deeper that way. Bash wound his hand in my hair, tugging it so my neck was bare, and he could graze his teeth across my shoulder.
“I want you to come again. Once more for me, darlin’. Make sure you’re nice and relaxed.” His voice was soft and coaxing—a stark contrast to the brutal rhythm he was moving at.
“I can’t. It’s too much,” I huffed out, overwhelmed by all of the sensations running through me. My first orgasm had barely ended, and now, my body was climbing toward something else, and it felt exhilarating. Chills were running up and down my body.
“You can. For me, Fee. Come for me,” he urged, pulling me tighter against him with each thrust. Using his hold on my hair, he pulled me back until we were both upright. He slid his hand out of my curls and wrapped it around my throat, anchoring my upper body against him. He slid his other hand from my hip to in between my legs, and at the lightest graze of his finger against my clit, I shattered around him. It was so strong, I almost saw stars. Distantly, I heard Bash’s groan shortly after, but there was still a roaring in my ears. I would have collapsed into a puddle on the bed if he hadn’t rolled us to our sides.
Our breathing was hard and loud in the silence that surrounded us. Every once in a while, an aftershock ran through me, causing me to give a little shiver. Bash just squeezed me tighter as he held me in his arms. After what felt like forever, my heart rate returned to normal, and I could take a proper breath again. Rolling onto my back, Bash pushed himself up so he was leaning over me on his elbow, a smug look on his face.
“Why do you look so proud of yourself?” I tried to hide my matching grin.
“You still anxious about dinner?” he asked, one eyebrow lifting. My eyes shifted to the alarm clock, where I saw I had less than ten minutes before our guests would show up.
“Shit!” I yelled, pushing Bash away from me and sprinting to the bathroom. I rushed to get the shower on so I could hop in and rinse off the evidence of our debauchery.Am I supposed to sit next to his parents with his cum dripping out of me? That man!Even though I was busy cursing Bash out under my breath, I couldn’t deny I felt far more relaxed than I had earlier.
The shower door opened, and he was stepping in behind me. Without saying anything, he took the loofah out of my hands and took over the job of cleaning me up. All my anger dissipated, and I just leaned against the wall and let him take care of me. He soaped me up from head to toe, making sure he didn’t miss a spot.
Switching to a warm wash cloth, a soft sigh escaped me as he gently cleaned between my legs. After one final rinse off, doing his best to avoid getting my hair wet, we finished up in the shower. Bash sped through his own clean-up in record time. We were both squeaky clean and drying off when the doorbell started ringing. I gave Bash a panicked look, and he just kissed me on the forehead before pulling a shirt on and zipping up his pants.
He walked to the door with wet hair and bare feet, leaving me alone to finish getting ready. I could waste time being embarrassed, or I could get my shit together and go enjoy the night with family.
I slipped on jeans and a grey T-shirt with a pair of fuzzy socks. Even though I had put my hair up to avoid getting it wet, my curls were wild from the humidity. Looking in the mirror, Itook in my appearance. My cheeks were flushed from our earlier activities, but what startled me most were my eyes.
They were bright, lively, but more importantly, happy. If I had learned anything from the past year, it was that once I let my guard down, I was able to have things I never expected. A place, and people, I could call home.
Bash
After our informative talk with Dolly, she thankfully had done what she was told and left town. We made sure to put trackers on her phone and in her bags before she left. It was clear she had gone back to Alabama, where she had grown up. Her location hadn’t left the town’s radius since she had landed there earlier in the week.In the brief time she had been gone, the overall mood at the clubhouse had improved greatly.
Unfortunately, it looked like Trish took a page out of Dolly’s book and left town before we could get to her. We were assuming that, when Dolly didn’t get in touch with her that morning, Trish got spooked and left—which was corroborated by the surveillance video we were able to pull from her building’s parking lot cameras.
Somewhere around the time I was still hooked up to an IV, Trish had rushed out of her building with a suitcase and driven away. She had ditched the car at a bus depot by the time we even knew she was involved. We had started looking into Ginger, but that meant we needed all the footage we could get over the past couple of years.
After discussing it with Reaper and Guard, we decided it was time to bring Keys in to help. He was outraged to find out someone was stealing from the club, and immediately got to work on putting together all the information he could find that might help us.
Keys began by combing through the most recent footage, working his way back, but Ginger had worked for Honeys long enough that she was familiar with the security cameras and knew how to avoid them. I wanted the money shot, so we put up some extra cameras under the bar, close to the registers and the petty cash.
We now had eyes on Ginger at all times. We would have all the evidence we needed when it was time to take her down. That week was dragging as I had to wait to get answers, but we needed to know how large the scheme was. Did Ginger have help from any other employees at Honeys? Was anyone else getting a cut?
What we still couldn’t find any ties to was the shell corp the withdrawals were going into. I wanted to grab Ginger right away, demanding she tell us where Trish was. But so far, there didn’t seem to be any communication between the two, and we only had suspicions to work on. Keys was tapped into her phone and email, and we had cameras up around her apartment door to see if Trish popped up or if the stealing and money was mentioned.
Fury lanced through me at the thought of Trish. Even thinking her name gave me a bad taste in my mouth. That she would try to get between me and Fiona filled me with rage. The audacity she had to interfere and recruit assistance galled me. It was time everyone learned that Fiona was off-limits. Nothing and no one was getting between us. Fee wasn’t just my future; she was my forever. I wanted her as my Old Lady, my cut on her back, and my mark on her skin.
Having Fiona under the same roof as me was the one thing that helped. It soothed a part of me I didn’t even know was there. Growing up, I was always at the clubhouse, or the Brothers were at my parents’ house. I loved the camaraderie and the chaos, but as I got older, I started longing for some genuine alone time. A space that was just for me, where I could take a break from everything.
It was that craving that attracted me to the land, to the house we were sleeping in now. I thought I had it all, that I had everything I could have wanted, but I was wrong. With Fiona in my life, I couldn’t imagine a more satisfying version without her. Once she moved in, I thought I might feel crowded at times, or it would take some getting used to, but instead, she continued to make my life fuller.
That’s not to say everything was smooth sailing. Neither of us was particularly used to the total transparency and vulnerability that came from sleeping under the same roof. It was hard, taking a step back to understand. My responses didn’t come naturally. For Fiona, though, it was worth the work. I wanted to be the best man I could be for her.
Now, it was our housewarming dinner, and I couldn’t help the satisfied smile on my face as I greeted my family.
“Big bro.” Charlie greeted me with a nudge to my shoulder, as her hands were full with the oversized box she was carrying. Before I could see what it was, she was heading straight for the kitchen as Ma barreled past me. Fiona had left the bedroom, and was quickly swept up in my mother’s arms.
“Fee, darlin’, this place looks so much better already! We’re so happy you invited us over,” Ma raved.
Dad lumbered in at a more sedate pace, an indulgent smile on his face as he came to stand next to me in the living room, watching as Mom forced Fee to sit on the couch with her.
“I wanted to give you a little gift, and I’m too impatient to wait until after dinner to give it to you,” Ma rushed out quickly as she passed Fiona the gift bag I had somehow missed on her arm.
