ALMOST ONE YEAR LATER
MAYHEM
My woman is captivating. There’s just no other way to say it. She lights up from the inside out and she’s not alone. I’ve noticed the same phenomenon amongst the Old Ladies in New Orleans. Which is where we are to celebrate Mardi Gras this year. We were invited, my woman had never been, and we’re almost to a year since she burst through my clubhouse door.
She’s across the room of the clubhouse with her head tipped back and a laugh falling from her lips because of something she’s talking about with Tallulah, Wrenley, and Scarlett. Wrenley is the wife and Old Lady to Prodigal, the VP and son of the President, and Frenzy belongs to Scarlett who owns a bakery with delicious treats.
This trip is just what we needed. And, of course, we didn’t come alone. Rampage, Ripper, and Duckie are around here somewhere causing trouble, no doubt. Or enjoying a new pool ofwomen to choose from.
They can have it.
I’m more than good.
Scythe steps up next to me and I don’t even have to look at the man to know his eyes are locked on Tallulah. He asks, amused already, “How’s everything going with the brothers?”
I scoff out a laugh and shake my head. “They still try to act like they aren’t dying to take my bike out for a ride while being protective of their sister. Even if they won’t admit it, it didn’t take long for them to see it.”
“That you’d die for her, kill for her, pull the stars down just to illuminate the ground she walks on,” he fills in.
We both freeze, and I turn toward him slowly. “What the fuck was that, brother?” I can’t help but tease him.
He gives me a sheepish smile and rubs the back of his neck. “Joplin is going through a crooner stage. Come on, music is life in our house. I claimed a woman who tied her life to a record store,” he reminds me. “I try to get a little classic rock in, but Jop isn’t having it. It’s all soulful ballads and melodies that make you feel things.”
He cringes, but I see through him. He loves it, and his life with his girls. I slap his shoulder and drain my beer. I have some beads I’ve been itching to have my woman earn. She put them around my neck earlier like a promise of later.
“But, yeah,” I agree, “that. Now they’re angling for an invite to the clubhouse one weekend.”
“Oh,” he chuckles, “that’ll be perfect.”
I shrug, not giving a fuck. Her brothers can posture if they want, but it’s not going to change a damn thing. Addyson is mine.
And she’s been my wife for the last six months. Best six months of my life.
That was the last time my woman saw her best friend. Little do they know, but we might have found the perfect place to fulfill their vacation home dreams. We’re going to surprise them with it but knowing our women they’re only pretending to think we forgot.
Sounds like something my Tempest would do.
I give his shoulder one more squeeze as I nod and head straight toward my Tempest. I’m done being around this many people. It’s time to get her naked.
There’s a feeling jangling through me. This is the night.
Addyson has been off her birth control for a little while and we didn’t expect some sort of over night positive. It’s why she stopped taking it before the year was up and I sure as fuck wasn’t going to argue with her logic.
When I slide up behind my woman, my hands find her hips and pull her back against my chest. As she melts against me, I huff, “How’d you know it was me?”
My Tempest hums, “I didn’t.”
Wrenley, Tallulah, and Scarlett all start laughing so hard they have to hold onto each other to stay upright. Within moments they’re surrounded by their men, all of them looking just as hungry as I feel.
Addyson must notice the same thing because she gulps as she looks over her shoulder at me. The corner of my mouth twitches when she bats her eyelashes at me like she’s oh so innocent. She’s not.
“I knew it was you,” she says it almost in admonishment of me. “Probably the same way you know it’s me when I’m close by.”
I kiss the top of her head, the men leading their women away, probably with the same intentions as I have. I don’t blame them. There are already quite a few kids running around the clubhouse. What’s a few more?
It’s good for men like us, gives us a purpose while grounding us and reminding us of our own humanity. We’re lucky men to have women, families, who tether us to the good in us which exists only for them.
Addyson turns in my arms, her brown eyes glassy with desire. My cock is more than ready to be buried deep inside of her until she’s milking my balls dry.
