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ALEC

Watching Bren smile happily and with Lexi cooing from the back seat, it hit me that I was finally grown up. ‘Holy fuck,’ I thought, waiting for the familiar panic to take me at the thought of being responsible. When it didn’t, I was both surprised and relieved. I’d kept my worries to myself that maybe I wouldn’t be what they needed, no matter how much I wanted to be. Instead, relief filled me at Bren’s words that she was happy, and if my chest puffed up with pride that I was part of the reason, nobody but me had to know. After tonight we’d be married in the eyes of the biker world; I planned on marrying her legally in the not-too-distant future too.

Sam, Ben, and the rest of our group are waiting for us when we arrive and make quick work of unpacking the groceries. The festive air is a marked difference to the stressed atmosphere we’d been walking around in for the last few weeks while the threat to Bren and Ellie had been around.

Ben opens the back door to get Lexi out, leaving Bren for me. Going around to Bren’s side of the vehicle, I help her down and wrap my arms around her in a hug, smiling when she returns it with a squeeze of her own.

Before we head to the clubhouse, I need a bit of time alone with her. We stand there as the voices of our family fade away down the path that leads to the clubhouse, taking our daughter with them.

Once we were alone, I thread my fingers through Bren’s long hair and tug gently on the strands to bring her gaze up to mine. When her attention is fixed on me, only then do I speak because I need her to know that I love and need her, “I love you, Bren. Thank you for agreeing to be my Old Lady. I can’t imagine my life without you and Lexi in it. I’m sorry it took me so long to pull my head out of my arse, but I promise that you’ll never have to worry about me ever hurting you like that again.”

Bren’s eyes soften and tears fill her eyes. Her lip trembles slightly when she replies, “Thank you for asking me. I love you, always have, always will.”

Lowering my head, I press my lips to hers in a soft kiss. Bren’s open, allowing me entry, tongues intertwining as I deepen our kiss. Lowering my hands from around her waist, I wrap them around her thighs and lift, groaning slightly as her legs wrap around me. Walking us, I rest her back against our vehicle for support.

A door closing in the distance pulls me out of our kiss, reminding me where we are and that anyone could walk in on us at any moment. Ripping my mouth from Bren’s, I nip and suck at her neck when she tilts her head back to take a breath, “Fuck, Bren, you make me lose my mind, baby.”

Bren giggles, “I’d apologise, but I’m not sorry. Put me down for a minute.”

I allow her to slide down my body and adjust my hard cock with a small groan. Bren smiles and bites her lip. Taking my hand, she pulls me towards the back of the garage, “Come on.”

She pushes open the door of the storeroom I’d forgotten about and pulls me through it before closing the door and locking the bolt. Her hands at my belt, she tugs at it before dropping to her knees.

“Bren?”

“Shh, I’m about to blow your mind,” she mutters before her hot mouth engulfs my cock.

“Jesus,” I hiss out, slapping my hands against the door above Bren’s head, panting slightly. My eyes cross as I breathe, trying not to blow my load.

Leaving one hand on the door, I thread the fingers of my other hand through Bren’s long blonde hair, tugging her head back slightly. I get a good look at my wet cock disappearing into her mouth with every bob of her head. “Fuuuck, Bren,” I whisper hoarsely as I gently rock my hips in sync with every suck that she makes. I’ve never felt anything quite like this before.

Her cheeks are slightly flushed, eyes heavy-lidded as she peers up at me through them, her lips stretched wide around my cock, lush and red, glistening slightly in the murky gloom of the room we are in. I know I’m not going to last long if we continue like this, and I’ll be damned if I come down her throat on the day we are basically getting married—not when I can come in her tight, hot, wet cunt instead. “So beautiful, baby, with your mouth wrapped around my cock,” I praise. Removing my hand from her hair, I grip my cock hard and remove myself from her mouth.

Bren scowls up at me with a pout. “I’m not coming in your mouth today, Bren,” I tell her, pulling her up and onto her feet. Turning her around, I put her hands on the door. “Keep them there,” I order her as I unsnap her jeans and pull them, along with her underwear, down her legs. Kneeling down behind her, I smile when I see the slight trail of wetness on her thighs. Running my finger through it and up to her pussy, I gently flick her clit. Bren whimpers slightly as I ask, “Did sucking my cock get you worked up, baby?”

“Yes,” she whispers huskily, rocking her hips slightly as I run my finger along her wet slit, gathering up her cream before going back to her clit. “Alec,” she wails as I work her clit, her hips rocking back and forth as she uses my hand to get her to where she needs to be.

“That’s right, baby, fuck my hand, use my fingers. I want you to come once, and then I’ll give you my cock,” I tell her. Reaching around her thighs with my free hand, I work her clit in hard circles, thrusting two of my fingers into her pulsing pussy. A smile takes my lips as Bren lets out a loud wail as she comes, walls clenching on my fingers, strangling them as she sobs against her fist to quieten her cries. I hate to let her know that if anyone was outside in the garage, they’d have heard her already.

Working my fingers gently out of her, I stand and thrust my rock-hard cock into her still slightly pulsing wet cunt, my hands grip her hips in a hard bruising hold as I drive my cock into her welcoming depths until pulse after pulse of cum leaves me coating her walls. Reaching around, I strum her clit again and Bren gasps as her hips that had stilled start to pump again as she comes one last time, her pussy contracting, pulling hard at my cock until I’ve nothing left and she’s a panting, sweating mess. Bren’s head is bowed with her forehead leaning against her fist on the door while the other grasps my wrist of the hand currently on her clit.

Leaning weakly against Bren’s back, my legs shaking from how hard I’ve just come, I wrap my arm tightly around her and pull her away from the door to lean against me. “Jesus, Bren,” I whisper, my lips against her damp temple.

Bren chuckles slightly, turning her head towards me, she kisses my throat, “Right back at you, Alec.”

We stand like that for a little while, wrapped up in each other as we come down from our sexual high until we have no choice but to move as my softening cock slips from her warm body. Pressing one last kiss to her temple, I release her and bend to pull up her underwear and jeans, turning her around to do them up before tucking myself away. Once we are tidy again, I wrap Bren back up in my arms for one last embrace before we have to go out and back to the real world.

“I suppose we’d better get to the clubhouse,” Bren grumbles before reluctantly pulling out of my arms and unbolting the door.

“Yeah,” I agree just as reluctantly; we both know we can’t stay in this little bubble much longer.

Holding hands, we leave the storeroom and walk back into the garage, coming to a halt when Reaper walks out the back door with Abby. Their eyes lock on the still-open door behind us; Abby starts to laugh, but Reaper looks fit to kill me. Well, there’s no hiding what we’ve been up to, not when we both have freshly fucked signs all over us, especially with Bren’s hair looking like it does from where I’d been tugging and running my fingers through it. Pulling the door closed with an audible thunk that makes Bren snort and then start to giggle at being caught.

“Stop it,” Abby pushes Reaper’s shoulder with a laugh, “They’re adults and have a baby together. Plus, it’s not like we haven’t made use of that room.”

“Eww, Mum,” Bren groans out, shuddering, “I didn’t need to know that.”

Abby, still laughing, says, “Oh, stop! Where do you think you come from?”

The look on her face at the realisation of what she just said has us all laughing.

“Umm, we were gifted to you by Maura,” Bren splutters out, laughing hard.

“Oh, yeah, right,” Abby snorts, “I sometimes forget I didn’t birth you.”

“I’m going to be scarred for life, though; you’ve just ruined the storeroom for me,” Bren shudders against me, once again closing her eyes as if that would stop the images.

“Now you know how I feel,” Reaper mutters, eyes still narrowed on me, but he allows a still-laughing Abby to pull him towards the clubhouse.

“Jesus, he’s going to kill me the next time he gets me in the ring,” I groan, rubbing a hand down my face.

Bren immediately stops laughing.

“He’d better bloody not,” Bren replies with a scowl, “I’m an adult and after tonight I’ll be your Old Lady. Dad really doesn’t have a say after that.”

“Baby,” I answer, running my hands through her hair to get it into a semblance of order before tilting her head up to me, “he’s your dad; he’s never going to be okay with some guy having sex with any of his girls, just like I won’t be when it comes to Lexi. But if he’s a good guy, we’ll deal. I’m still proving to your dad that I’m the guy for you, and that’s okay,” I assure her.

Bren frowns, “I don’t like it. Boys are so stupid.”

Laughing, I throw my arm around her shoulders and walk her towards the clubhouse, “We are, baby, but you love us anyway.”

Bren grins up at me, blue eyes sparkling, “I do,” she agrees, then clarifies, “Love you.”

Smiling, I press a kiss to the top of her head, “Love you too, Bren.”

We walk into the clubhouse to find most of the members laughing, well, the Old Ladies anyway. Abby had obviously told them we’d been caught, but as Bren was related to most of the males in the room, there was no way I was going to be getting high-fives from any of them. Sam and Ben both sent narrow-eyed looks my way as soon as they caught sight of me. I had a feeling I’d be paying for the most pleasurable half hour of my life for the next few weeks.

One look at the happiness on Bren’s face and I found I didn’t really care; I’d put up with as many beatings as they felt like handing out for her to keep that look. Although, this time I wouldn’t be holding back from them; I’d give as good as I got when it came to fighting for my girls.

The hilarity is cut short by Reaper whistling loudly, his clear signal that he wants some quiet.

Once the clubhouse is silent, he motions to Bren and me, “Alec and Bren, come on up here.”

Still holding Bren’s hand, we walk to where Reaper and a smiling Abby are standing along with Gunny and my mum. Gunny is holding a familiar white box that I know holds Bren’s cut. I thought I’d be nervous handing over a cut with my name on it, but instead, I find myself wanting to hurry the next bit along so that everyone can see that Bren’s mine, like she’d always meant to be.

When we reach Reaper, he gives us a small nod before speaking, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here on this sad occasion to…” he stops and starts laughing when Abby slaps his shoulder, whisper-shouting, “Reaper, stop it!”

Next to me, Bren is laughing, and my lips kick up at the corners with a smile at Reaper and Abby. Laughter rings out through the club as Abby continues to berate him until finally, he holds up his hands, “Okay, okay, I’ll behave… maybe,” he chuckles before pulling himself together, “I’ll start again, although for me, it is a sad day because I’ll no longer be the main man in Bren’s life as she’s usurped me from that position with him,” Reaper throws his thumb at me, getting another round of laughter.

Reaper suddenly gets serious, all amusement gone from his face when he turns towards us.

“Alec, when you asked me when you came back from the States if you could make Bren your Old Lady, I have to say I wasn’t sure, but in the last months, you’ve stepped up and become the man we all knew you could be. I know I give you a lot of shit, but I’m proud and happy that Bren will be taking you on as her Old Man. She’s loved you for a long time. I’m handing over the baton to you for two of the most precious things in my life. Please take care of them.”

My throat tightens with emotion as I assure him, “I promise.”

“Bren,” Reaper turns towards Bren, his voice breaking slightly when he says her name. Clearing his throat, he continues, “Bren, when you came to us, I knew straight away that you were ours. You have been the best daughter a man could ever hope to have. You have grown into an amazing woman, you rock as both a mother and a business owner, and I know you will be an amazing Old Lady. I couldn’t be prouder of you. It doesn’t matter how you became ours; you’ve been my daughter from that first day, and I love you so much.”

My arm tightens around Bren, who has tears running down her face at his words, and I have to say I’m hard pressed not to join her. Looking out into the main clubhouse, I see most of the Old Ladies are crying and some of the brothers are looking emotional.

Tuning back as Reaper mentions my name while he continues his speech.

“Am I sad that I’ll be handing the baton over to Alec? Hell, yes, I am, but I’m also relieved that you’ve chosen a brother because, selfishly, that means that I won’t ever have to lose you. Your mum and I wish you and Alec every happiness because if ever two people deserved it, it’s you two,” Reaper turns to Gunny, lifts Bren’s cut from the box, and turns back to us.

“Bren, you have always been part of the club and had club protection as a Princess, but that changes today. Today, Alec takes you as an Old Lady,” swallowing hard, he holds out Bren’s cut to me. Unwrapping my arm from her shoulder, I take it from him. “Thanks, Pres,” I say before I turn towards Bren.

My gaze holds her bright blue, tear-filled one, “Bren, thank you for giving me a chance to make things right and agreeing to be my Old Lady. We’ve said all this to each other in private, but here in front of the brotherhood and our families, I want to say it again. You and Lexi are my world; thank you for giving me one of the greatest gifts that you could and for letting me back into your lives.

“We’ve known each other since you were six and I was nine. You amazed me then, and you amaze me even more now with your strength, your capacity to forgive, your loyalty, and the way you love, because when you love someone, there is no doubt that you would move heaven and hell if it meant they were happy.” I put my hand in my pocket and curl my fingers around the ring I’d had especially made for Bren with the emerald from the earring I’d carried around ever since that night with her. “Bren, in front of everyone, I’d like to formally ask if you would accept not only my cut but also my ring?” I ask, holding it out to her.

A gasp fills the room; the only one who’d known was Reaper, and I had his blessing. Bren’s hands clasp the hand holding the ring out to her. “Is that…?” she whispers.

“It is,” I nod. “What do you say, baby? Are you up for whipping me into shape for the rest of our days?”

Bren starts to laugh as her fingers close around the ring, and she hands it back to me, “I’d be honoured to not only be your Old Lady but also your wife,” she replies with a wide smile, holding out her left hand for me to slip her ring on. I don’t waste any time; sliding it on, I kiss the back of her hand before holding out her cut and slipping it over her shoulders. Seeing my name on her back, I breathe a sigh of relief; until this moment, I hadn’t been sure if she would accept me, but now that she has, it settles something in me.

Finally, after years of feeling adrift, no matter how wonderful Gunny and my mum were or how good a friend Sam had been, this was the first time I’d felt a sense of belonging.

Bren turns back to me and throws herself into my arms. Lowering my head, I kiss her hard, lifting her up, wrapping my arms tight around her as we lose ourselves in each other for just a minute before Reaper is there, slapping my shoulder, “Okay, enough of that.”

Bren starts to laugh against my lips, and I can’t help but grin. Then I do as the man asks and put his daughter back on her feet. As soon as she’s steady, she’s swarmed and whisked away by the other women, but as I’m surrounded by my brothers, I don’t mind, even when my back starts to hurt from the back slaps, and somehow I think some of them are delivered harder than they need to be. But I’m so fucking happy that I don’t care.

We are a few hours into the celebration and have just finished eating when my phone rings. Taking it out of my pocket, I see it’s Cash. Excusing myself, I walk a little distance away before I answer it.

“Hey, Cash.”

“Little brother, I hear congratulations are in order.”

Laughing, I reply, “They are.”

He’s quiet for a minute before he continues, “Proud of you, Alec, and I’m beyond happy for you. She’s a good woman and you’re a good man. I’m glad that you didn’t let who we come from ruin that for you.”

Clearing my throat at the emotion that clogs it at his words, “Thank you, Cash. If it wasn’t for you, I’d still be in the dark. I’m not sure if I can ever repay you for setting me straight.”

“You’re welcome, it’s what brothers do, isn’t it? We give each other shit, but we are always there for each other no matter what. Love you, little brother. You take care now, and we’ll chat again soon.”

“You’re right, it is what brothers do. Love you all too; give the kids and Lizzie a hug from me. Chat soon.”

We end our call on those words, but I don’t go back in just yet; I need a minute to pull myself together. Today has been a lot, and I realise that Cash was right about brothers always being there. I’d taken some of mine for granted for a long time. It wasn’t a mistake I’d make again.

“You okay, son?” Gunny asks, coming to stand next to me, shoulder to shoulder, supporting me like he’d done almost all my life.

Turning towards him, I smile. “Yeah, Dad, I’m good, just chatting with Cash.”

Gunny wraps his hand around my neck and shakes me slightly, like he used to do when I was younger. His way of showing affection to a boy who had no idea how to reciprocate, “We’re entering a whole new era now, lad. Proud of you.”

“Thank you, Dad,” I say, hugging him and taking him by surprise. Chuckling, he slaps my back a few times before letting me go, “Come on, lad, I’ll buy you a beer. Your mum has Bren pumping; we’ll take Lexi for the night and give you two a break.”

The two of us walk back into the chaos of the clubhouse, my eyes automatically searching for Bren. Relaxing slightly when I find her holding Lexi and sitting with Mum and Abby on the couch. She gives me a smile and waves me towards the bar where Sam is holding out a beer for me to take.

It’s a good night, spent with the brotherhood and the women who make us all stronger.

Then later that night, I get to worship the woman who made me a man and showed me that I was good enough to be loved.