Page 29 of Blade (Spartan Watchmen MC #5)

He wasted no time flipping her over and onto her stomach.

His hand came down on her ass several times, hard.

She squealed and wiggled, her laughter filling the air around them.

She loved this. Every moment of it. He pulled her up until she was on all fours and without hesitation thrust into her, hard.

The first time he made love to her. This time?

This time he fucked her hard and fast, claiming her completely.

She didn’t ask to orgasm this time, she couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t get the words out.

She came apart, screaming one word into the air.

Daddy.

Later, tangled in sheets and each other, pleasantly exhausted and utterly content, Lily traced idle patterns on Blade's chest, her fingers ghosting over the scars that told the story of their beginning.

The bullet wound that had nearly taken him from her.

The marks of their shared fight for survival.

"Penny for your thoughts," he murmured, his own hand drawing lazy circles on her bare shoulder.

"Just thinking about how far we've come," she replied honestly. "From that first day at the motel. Me, half-dead from dehydration and fear. You, all intimidating enforcer with your rules and your orders."

A small smile curved his lips at the memory. "You were a mess," he agreed. "But still stubborn as hell, even then."

"Look where that stubbornness got us," she pointed out, gesturing to their entwined bodies, the peaceful bedroom, the life they'd built together.

"Wouldn't change a thing," he said simply. "Not even the hard parts. Not if they all led here."

She understood what he meant. The suffering had been real, the danger genuine. But without those crucible moments, they might never have found each other. Might never have discovered the depth of what they could be together.

"Me neither," she agreed, laying her head on his chest, listening to the steady, reassuring beat of his heart. "Though I could have done without getting shot. Twice."

His chest rumbled with quiet laughter. "Fair point, baby girl. Fair point."

They dozed for a while, drifting in and out of sleep, content in each other's arms. Outside, the sun continued its climb into the October sky, painting the bedroom in warm golden light that promised a beautiful day ahead.

A perfect day for what they had planned.

Eventually, reluctantly, they rose to shower and dress. As Lily stood before the bathroom mirror, applying minimal makeup, she studied her reflection. The woman looking back at her was both familiar and strange. She was still recognizably herself, but changed in fundamental ways.

Stronger. More confident. Her eyes clearer, her stance more assured. The physical scars from her ordeal were fading, but the inner transformation remained. All the growth, the resilience, the certainty of who she was and what she wanted.

"You look beautiful," Blade said from the doorway, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror.

She smiled, turning to face him. He'd dressed with more care than usual wearing dark jeans, a crisp button-down shirt, his leather vest the only concession to his usual style. His hair was neatly combed, his beard trimmed to precision.

"So do you," she replied, reaching up to straighten his collar. "Very handsome."

He caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. "Ready for this?"

"More than ready," she assured him. "You?"

"Been ready since the day we built the LEGO castle together," he said simply.

Together, they moved through the cabin, preparing for their guests.

The place had been transformed in the six months since they'd first arrived.

What had started as Blade's spartan retreat now felt like a proper home.

Photographs hung on walls once bare. Colorful throws softened the leather furniture.

Bookshelves held a curious mix of tactical manuals and children's storybooks, a visual representation of the duality they both embraced.

It was their space. Their sanctuary. Equal parts adult haven and little girl's comfort zone, with Blade's protective presence the common thread that wove it all together.

As they worked side by side in the kitchen, preparing food for their guests, Lily marveled at how naturally they moved together. How easily they'd fallen into this domestic rhythm, despite the unconventional path that had brought them here.

"Think they'll be surprised?" she asked, arranging freshly baked muffins on a platter.

Blade considered this, slicing fruit with the same precision he applied to everything. "Some of them, maybe. Lucky and Savage probably saw it coming. They know me better than most."

"And the others?"

He shrugged. "Does it matter? It's our decision. Our life."

"No," she agreed. "It doesn't matter. I was just curious."

They worked in comfortable silence for a while longer, until the sound of vehicles approaching drew their attention. Through the window, they could see a procession of motorcycles and cars winding up the mountain road toward the cabin.

"They're early," Lily observed, glancing at the clock.

"Eager," Blade corrected with a small smile. "They've been waiting for this as long as we have."

She felt a flutter of nervous excitement in her stomach as they moved to the porch to greet their guests. One by one, the club members arrived. Lucky and Trinity first, followed by Savage and Savannah, then the rest in quick succession.

There were hugs, handshakes, excited chatter as everyone gathered in the cabin's main room. Lily found herself passed from embrace to embrace, receiving whispered congratulations and warm expressions of support from each of the club's members and their partners.

Makenzie squeezed her particularly tight. "So happy for you," she whispered. "You deserve this. Both of you."

"Thank you," Lily replied, her throat tight with unexpected emotion. "For everything. For being my friend when I needed one most."

"Always," Makenzie promised. "That's what sisters do."

And they were sisters, in all the ways that mattered. Bound not by blood but by choice, by shared experience, by the unique understanding that came from walking similar paths.

When everyone had arrived and settled in with drinks and food, Lucky called for attention, his imposing presence naturally commanding the room.

"We all know why we're here today," he began, his voice carrying easily through the space. "To witness and celebrate Blade and Lily’s commitment to each other."

Murmurs of agreement and a few good-natured whistles filled the room. Lily felt Blade's arm slip around her waist, drawing her close to his side.

"Trinity," Lucky continued, "I believe you have the paperwork?"

Trinity stepped forward, sleek and efficient as always, a folder in her perfectly manicured hands. "All prepared," she confirmed. "Just needs signatures and witnesses."

She placed the folder on the coffee table, opening it to reveal the documents inside.

They’d been Simple legal forms, really, but their significance loomed large in Lily's mind. Trinity had gotten ordained just for them. Although, the club might be needing her services for other couples, she’d said.

A deed of ownership. Adding her name alongside Blade's for the cabin property.

A wedding certificate, granting each of them legal rights in the other's affairs.

And most importantly, to her, a BDSM contract, that Blade had labelled as adoption papers.

A written recognition of the Daddy/little girl dynamic that formed the foundation of their relationship, giving Blade certain guardianship rights in specific circumstances they'd carefully outlined.

Was it necessary? No. But, for them, it was another layer of commitment.

Daddy Blade was being given certain rights to Lily.

Rights Lily consented to. Their rules were carefully documented with discipline outlined in bullet points on page two.

It wasn't conventional. Nothing about their relationship was. But it was perfect for them, a formal acknowledgment of the unique bond they shared.

"Before we proceed," Lucky said, his expression serious, "I want to be clear that this has the full support and blessing of the club. Lily Hart has proven herself a worthy addition to our family, and this formalization of her relationship with our brother Blade is cause for celebration."

Nods and murmurs of agreement circled the room.

"Furthermore," Lucky continued, "the club has voted unanimously to extend official Old Lady status to Lily, with all the protections and privileges that entails."

This announcement caught Lily by surprise. She glanced up at Blade, who was watching her reaction with a small smile. He'd known, then. Had probably been part of the discussion.

Old Lady status was significant in MC culture.

It meant more than just being someone's partner, it meant official recognition, protection from the entire club, a place in the hierarchy that commanded respect.

Lucky stepped forward and gave her a jacket.

On the back, a large patch. Property of Blade.

"I... thank you," she managed, overwhelmed by the gesture. "That means a lot."

"You've earned it," Savage told her from across the room. "Many times over."

With the formalities established, they proceeded to the signing. One by one, they worked through the documents, Blade and Lily signing each, witnesses adding their names where required. Trinity guided them through the process with practiced efficiency, ensuring everything was legally sound.

When the last signature was in place, a cheer went up from the assembled group. Bottles of champagne appeared, glasses were distributed, and Lucky raised his in a toast.

"To Blade and Lily," he declared. "May their road be smooth, their enemies few, and their bond unbreakable."

"To Blade and Lily!" the others echoed, glasses raising in unison.