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Fuck, not sure where my ol’ lady gets all that energy. I’m wiped just watchin’ her. For Christ’s sake, she’s not stopped since she walked into the clubhouse yesterday with our three kiddos. Her and the ol’ ladies had a meetin’ of the minds, which is funny ‘cause there are like two groups of ol’ ladies. The OG who are Emmie, Abby, Winnie, Grace, Kathy, Momma Molly, and Odina. The younger generation includes Joy, Celee, Spitfire—though she rocks between both groups—and some of the sweet butts including Sweet Pea, if her and Tiny are back together, Jade, Roxy, and Venus. What a sight to see, all these strong as fuck women working together to make sure our club and family have a great holiday.

Hearing a sigh, I look from the recliner I’m sittin’ my ass in, in the rec room off our kitchen. Emmie is sitting, head buried in cookbooks, guessin’ she’s making herself a list. Told her all the brothers are simple guys, don’t make any fancy shit, but does she listen? Fuck no. Thanksgiving is the day after tomorrow and our house smells like a restaurant/bakery. Fury said his is the same way and all four of their refrigerators are packed full. Stitch and Damien came by earlier, thinking they could hang with the brothers in their apartment but got kicked the fuck out by Spitfire, Joy, and Celee. So the both of them stopped by our house, grabbed me and the triplets, and we went to the mall and walked around. Yeah, the Grimm Wolves president and a nomad with their kids walked around the mall. I was surprised Stitch didn’t have his daughter, Joey, but he told me Grace didn’t want to wake her from her nap. As Damien was playing in the kids’ section, the two of us sat down with the triplets—who were sleeping, thank God—and started shooting the shit. I learned that Stitch and Grace want more kids and are actively trying. Also, after the holidays, they are gonna reach out to Abby to help find them a bigger pad. Lots of changes in each brother’s life, I think to myself. Emmie and I are thinking of building a new house ourselves. Once these three kiddos start to grow, not gonna have any room.

By the time I get back home, bathe and feed our kids, and put them to bed, Emmie is still goin’. Time to step in and help my ol’ lady relax. I get up and walk toward her. When her eyes meet mine, she starts whining immediately.

“No, no, Mike, I don’t have time for that right now. Don’t, please, I’m overwhelmed as it is. I got pies in the double ovens, can’t mess them up because I’d have to start all over again. Wait, oh, that feels good, honey.”

Smiling to myself, I unbutton her top and push it down her arms, then grab her bra and open it one-handed. As soon as it falls from her shoulders, my mouth latches on to one of her tits. She throws her head back, moaning like crazy. Shit, has it been that long? No fuckin’ way. I’m lucky if I can go a day or two without attacking this woman. Her hands are running up and down my back under my T-shirt and I feel her nails leaving marks already. I lean down, smashing my mouth to hers, immediately pushing my tongue inside. There is no better taste than Emmie. As we go back and forth, I can feel her trembling, hanging on tightly to me. I can’t take her up to our bedroom because she’ll kill me if I mess up her pies, so I lift her in my arms and walk toward the sectional in the great room.

“Mike, no, put me down. I’m too heavy, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

I stop, put her down for a second, then bend over, push my shoulder into her stomach, and fireman lift. As soon as I have her where I want her, I crack her ass. She screeches my name.

“Woman, what did I tell ya about puttin’ yourself down? I like ya the way ya are. Need something to grab on to, not one of those skinny-ass women who I’d be afraid I’d break. Now when I put ya down, take off the rest of your clothes, Emmie. I’m not gonna last, need to feel your heat all around me. Don’t fight me, Sugar, I know ya want me too. Are you wet for me, Emmie?”

I gently put her down and she immediately starts taking her clothes off. I lift her chin, raise an eyebrow, and wait for her answer. My shy ol’ lady gives me a small grin and nods. Oh no, not playin’ that shit.

“Need your words, Sugar, ya know better. Maybe you’re lookin’ for a punishment?”

“No, no, Mike, and yes, I’m wet. Hurry up, take your clothes off too. We never know when one or all three of the kids will wake up.”

Damn straight, she’s right. I immediately open my jeans, pushing them down with my boxer briefs until they hit my boots. Fuck, forgot I still had them on. Bending, I get my boots off then my jeans and briefs. Reaching behind my head, I pull my T-shirt off after carefully putting my kutte on the sectional. Looking down at my woman, she’s licking those full as fuck lips, eyes travelin’ up and down my body, so I grab my cock and give it a few jerks, feeling some wet hit my hand. Damn, I’m more than ready. Reaching down, I put a finger at Emmie’s core and instantly feel her heat, along with how wet she is. Yeah, as usual, we are on the same page. I push her down, helping her with her legs, then cover that fantastic body of hers. Very gently I nibble her bottom lip, then kiss her with all the emotion I feel for her. My days of a fast hard fuck are over. This woman beneath me owns me, and I’ll always treat her with the utmost respect. It’s taken us a long time to get to this point, and it’s more than a roll in the hay. As I feel her hands stray down to my ass, pulling me closer, I line myself up and thrust in. All I feel is pure Heaven. Goddamn, every single time it’s the same feeling when I first enter Emmie. As we move as one, I thank my lucky stars for that day we met at the post office so many years ago.

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Pushing my Sugar’s hair off her face, I watch her eyes open slowly, looking beyond satisfied. She reaches a hand up and cups my cheek.

“Love you, Mike. Guess I needed that, you know, stress reliever and all.”

She grins up at me, and I get it, that’s her way to let me know I read her right. She’s taken on so much for our family dinner that she sometimes forgets to take care of herself. And let’s not forget she’s got three kiddos to take care of too. As we get comfortable spooning together, I almost fall asleep when I hear the oven timer going off. Emmie tries to push away, and I just tighten my grip.

“Sugar, are they done or do they need checkin’? I’ll do it, ya relax. Just tell me which I’m doing.”

“Awe, thanks, honey, you’ve worn me out. First, push on the top to see if the crust is firm and flaky. If so, just take them out and put them on the top of the island. Grab the last three in the refrigerator and place them in, setting the timer for forty-five minutes, and we’ll check them, might need to go a bit longer. Could you bring me a water on your way back, please?”

I kiss her nose, pull the throw down over her, and go to grab the pies. Well, damn, there are already four pies on the island. I’m putting on four more and then putting three more in the oven. Holy shit, how many people are coming to dinner? I think to myself. Once done, I grab two waters from our beverage fridge and head back to the great room to find my ol’ lady passed the fuck out. Putting her water on the table, I keep mine and walk upstairs to the kiddos’ room. They are still small so we keep them all together. Looking in, they are all out, just like their momma. Hazel is curled in a tiny ball, hands under her cheek. So cute. Will is stretched across the bed on an angle and he threw his covers off, so I replace them putting them over his tiny butt. George, somehow, has turned upside down and now has his head where his feet go. Not wanting to disturb him, I leave him be. Opening and taking a gulp of my water, I see all that woman downstairs has given to me since she walked into my life. All the struggles when we were a true one-percent motorcycle club, when Chains was kidnapped and tortured. Not to mention when Bullet was beaten close to death, and Dingo and Celee were running for their lives from the mob. And all the little bullshit and the secrets that have come out over the last couple of years. My God, finding Beast’s mom, Odina, and the shape she was in. Never thought she’d pull through, and to have that woman fall in love with the orneriest brother in the club, Bad Dog. It’s been a whirlwind and I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing.

Now we are following a different path, or at least trying to. We have all of our rentals, the strip club—which employs our sweet butts—and a few other business ventures that are helping us. We’ve also hooked up with two clubs out in Montana, giving them a hand. The one club, the Devil’s Handmaidens, is an all-female club whose mission is to try and stop human trafficking. We help out when we can and Tink, the president, has been very open with me as far as continuing as a club who lives and rides free, but tries to do that within the boundaries of the law. None of us are gettin’ any younger, and no one wants to have to serve yet another jail term. Making my way back downstairs, I see Emmie sitting up, drinking down her water.

“They okay, honey? Sorry, didn’t mean to fall asleep, just so exhausted. Are the pies in? If so, I might run up and take a quick shower, if you don’t mind.”

I help her up, telling her to take her time. Then I plop back down on the sectional, flipping the television on so I can try and catch the news, which I hate to watch but need to stay on top of shit too. I’m actually gettin’ a bit excited for the big day. Between the smells of all the food and walkin’ into the clubhouse, seeing how terrific it all looks. Yeah, went a bit overboard with paintin’, buying new furniture and shit, but it’s worth it every time one of the women walks in, stops in the doorway, and smiles hugely. Yeah, totally worth it. As I lean my head back, that’s one of my last thoughts before my eyes close, and I’m drifting in between that world of being totally awake and in dreamland.