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Twenty-Eight

I don’t drink alcohol. I drink licka. And I get it from the licka store.

— Text from Aella to Chevy

CHEVY

6 months later

I heard the door open but was too tired to lift my eyes.

Last night and the day before that had been hell.

I’d worked over forty-eight hours, catching one and two-hour naps in between patients, and the last thing I wanted to do was go to the clubhouse and get ready for a Christmas wedding.

It was mid-December, and the full moon was two nights ago, along with the Christmas parade that two people had decided to get drunk at and drive their tractor over some parade goers.

And, through it all, Aella hadn’t been with me because she’d been taking her finals at school.

She was now officially graduated and a surgical technician.

I was excited for her.

But I was also exhausted.

But I knew who it was that crawled into my bed at the clubhouse.

Her massive ring skimmed across my skin as she smoothed her hands over my back and straddled my side.

Her heat was enough to force me to open my eyes and stare at her.

My lips tipped up at the corner as I saw how she was dressed.

Head to toe Christmas.

Unsurprising, really. The day that November first hit, Aella had turned into this Christmas crack maniac that threw up Christmas everywhere she went.

She had Christmas socks for every day and had a Christmas shirt to wear out when she wasn’t working.

Today she was in black skinny jeans, a white and red striped shirt that said ‘Christmas Addict’ on it, and a Santa hat that looked more like a beanie than anything else.

Adorable.

So fucking adorable.

“I thought we were supposed to not see each other the day of the wedding?” I rasped, voice gritty and deep due to sleep.

“I got bored,” she said. “My hairdresser isn’t coming until noon, and I didn’t get to see you at all yesterday, so I was having withdrawals.”

I pushed the blanket down from under her, then pulled it up over her shoulders and tugged her into my chest.

She clung to me, her legs and arms wrapping around me as best as they could considering the position we were in.

Her mouth brushed mine, and she sighed against my lips. “I missed you.”

“I missed you more,” I growled, my dick getting hard at her closeness.

Then again, it didn’t take much.

“So I have some news,” she said as she ran her fingers through my beard.

I hadn’t shaved in a week, and it was getting a little bit unruly. But she liked it, so I was likely going to keep it until she told me to get rid of it.

“What kind of news?” I asked.

“The kind where my mother got sentenced to sixty years in prison.” She smiled. “She’ll die there.”

I groaned. “Thank fuck.”

“And,” she said, “I was offered a full-time position at the hospital.”

I smirked. “Good. I told them if they didn’t give it to you, I was moving with you wherever you went.”

She fisted her hands in my beard and then pulled me closer to her mouth. “And one last thing.”

“What’s that?” I spoke against her mouth.

“I told the builder that I wanted a bigger kitchen island. He said that it was going to add another thirty thousand dollars to the price of the kitchen,” she replied.

I sighed.

The house was turning into a money suck.

Not that I really cared.

I had the money.

I also got paid dividends from Castanon Enterprises via my brother, who had turned his business around in the year that he’d been out.

Another thirty K wouldn’t kill me, but it wasn’t super great, either.

“I guess we can make that work,” I said. “What made you make it bigger?”

She smiled sheepishly and admitted, “I was wrapping presents today, and I realized that I’d like a kitchen island that was big enough to wrap anything on, as well as hold a ton of food for the holidays.”

I shook my head, then rolled her onto her back.

My eyes studied her face for a long moment before I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against the small, barely visible scar just underneath her cheekbone.

She’d healed.

That didn’t mean that I wasn’t reminded every day that I nearly lost her.

All the hits that were placed on the significant others of the hospital staff in surgery that day had been cleared. Though, two had attempts on their lives—Aella nearly dying twice in a matter of hours from men that had taken up those hits.

Congressman Jimenez had been replaced, and the man that replaced him had a devotion to the Truth Tellers.

Not that we’d been trying to get anyone in Congress or anything, the opportunity had literally just fallen into Apollo’s lap, and he’d run with it.

Jimenez’s wife had moved out of state to be with her family after the ‘tragic’ death of her husband and son.

The rest of Texas celebrated because Jimenez had made many enemies, and his wife had felt the State of Texas’s displeasure.

Needless to say, Aella and I had vanquished our demons, and we were living happy and free.

“Doing okay, baby girl?” I asked, my thumb sweeping over her face.

“Just fine.” She smiled.

Every once in a while, her neck would pain her, and she’d be reminded of what she’d gone through.

On those days, I made sure to make her forget.

“Good,” I said as I started to move down the length of her body.

“What are you doing?” she asked, a grin in her voice.

“Peeling these black jeans off your legs and having myself a little breakfast,” I said as I caught her stretchy black jeans and tugged.

“The button!” she cried.

I sighed and took the time to unbutton the jeans, even though they probably would’ve slid just fine down her legs.

Luckily these jeans were looser than normal, allowing me to slip them off her hips with ease and toss them to the floor.

Her panties soon followed, and I lay flat on the bed and pushed her thighs out wide, giving me unencumbered access to her pussy.

“Why,” I said with amusement, “is your pussy all sparkly?”

She snickered. “It’s edible glitter. And it’s festive.”

“You knew what you were doing when you came over here today,” I growled as I bent down to taste that edible glitter.

I pulled back, the taste of her pussy and berries on my tongue.

“Not half bad,” I teased as I went in for another lick.

And another.

And another.

Soon I had her writhing underneath me, her thighs squeezing my head.

“Please, Chevy. Don’t tease me too long,” she cried, her fingers pressing my face harder against her mound.

I slid a finger inside of her, curling it slightly, causing her to cry out.

“Holy hell,” she mewled. “More.”

I worked my finger in rhythm with my tongue, licking and sucking her clit until she was a wriggling mess underneath me.

Just when she started to show signs of falling over the edge, I stopped.

“You. Are. Dead,” she panted.

I slipped my underwear down just enough to allow my cock to pop free, then slid deeply inside of her.

Wet heat surrounded me as I sank inside of her to the hilt.

“Holy hell,” she breathed. “I can’t believe I get to have this for the rest of my life.”

Just the reminder that in a few hours she would be mine was enough to set my control on fire.

I took her bare, like always, loving how great it was to feel her heat surrounding me.

We’d been playing the maybe she’ll get pregnant, maybe she won’t game for months now.

One day, the pull-out method wouldn’t work, and when it happened, we’d be perfectly okay with it.

We’d discussed birth control options, but each one she tried made her react poorly, so we’d decided that until it was absolutely necessary, we’d be raw dogging it—and pulling out—until luck wasn’t on our side and she got pregnant.

Not the greatest practice when both of us thought we needed a little bit more time before we had kids, but it was working for us. For now.

Which meant, when she started to quicken around me, and her orgasm exploded, I had to pull out and pump my cock against her sweet pussy until my balls drew up and the come left me in hot spurts.

The milky liquid shot out of my hard cock and painted her pussy.

Normally I would’ve aimed higher, but I didn’t want to get her shirt dirty.

She looked too cute in it.

She lay there, panting, and shook her head.

“That was…”

“Everything,” I finished for her. “What are you doing the rest of the day?”

“I’m going to get my nails painted. My hair done. My makeup done. Then I’m heading back over here to get married.” She stuck her tongue out at me.

I reached for the towels that we kept next to the bed for this very occasion and cleaned her up before pulling her into my arms.

“Did you get my wedding present?” I teased.

“You mean the ridiculously priced Ford Expedition that was sitting in the driveway this morning instead of my car?” She sighed. “You’re so extra, Chevy Clayborne.”

“I’m only extra for you,” I teased.

Someone knocked on the door, and Silver’s voice came through loud and clear as she said, “We really need to go, Aella. Stop having sex, and let’s go!”

I sighed and let her go when she squirmed.

“Love you, Chevy.”

“I love you, too, Aella.” I watched her scramble back into her pants.

Her obnoxious Christmas Crocs were slipped on next, and then she was waving at me before opening the door.

“See you at the altar, lover.”

“At the altar,” I said just before she closed the door.

An hour later, I finally made my way out of my room at the club.

The first person to see me was of course the last person I wanted to see.

There was no way I could hide the way his daughter had come to my room and given me arguably the best sex of my life.

There was just something about the knowledge that in a few hours, she would be permanently mine, that made the sex even better than ever.

“You have glitter in your beard,” Cakes said, eyeing me with narrowed eyes.

I ran my hand over my beard, mostly to hide my smile. “So I do.”