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CHAPTER

TWENTY-ONE

Belle

As we sit at a table, one of the prospects brings over several bowls of chili, which has my stomach growling. I look around and see that Ryleigh and Rory have been hard at work since I was last here. Strands of multicolored lights are strewn around the room, and giant sparkly snowflakes hang from the ceiling.

“It looks so pretty,” I murmur, blowing on my bowl.

“Yay, you’re here!” Rory exclaims, sitting down at the table. “Now we have more help getting the store ready for all the toys.”

“I don’t understand what you mean,” I reply, carefully taking a bite of my chili. “Mmm, this is good,” I say, more to myself than anything.

“It’s RiffRaff’s recipe,” Ryleigh states, also sitting down at the table I’m currently at, her own bowl of chili in her hands. “Pretty good, huh?”

“It’s delicious,” I say. “So, the generator’s out, huh?”

“It’s a good thing Brick got all those cots a while back,” Ryleigh muses.

“Where’s Moira?” I question.

“Kracken has her helping him in the kitchen,” Rory announces.

Hope radiates through my soul that my best friend is coming around, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s started communicating yet or not. I’ll never know the answer unless I ask. “Is she talking yet?”

“Not a peep, but I think it’s more that she’s choosing not to say anything versus she can’t,” Ryleigh advises.

“And where’s your little one?” I ask her, trying to get caught up on all the news I missed since I was in Cleveland.

“With her daddy, of course,” Ryleigh replies, grinning. “Okay, so I don’t know what you know with regard to toy runs, but we’ve been working on the store in town to get it all set up.”

I listen, fascinated, as the two women take turns telling me how the store is set up, and how they’ve already started receiving items. I think what I like best is the fact that the families in town who are financially struggling will be able to shop for their children for Christmas. Not only has the club already begun collecting stuff from other outlying clubs, they’ve also set up a section of new and gently used clothing as well.

“I want to shop,” I whisper, hearing about the ideas the other two women have to make sure the children have the best possible Christmas.

“Oh, we’ll be shopping,” Ryleigh promises. “Plus, since we knew you were coming back with Jingles, we held off on picking our names for Secret Santa.”

“How does that work?” I question.

“Well, we’ll do stockings for everyone and put stuff they like, gift cards, candy, that kind of thing in them,” Ryleigh says. “Plus, the officers will chip in and buy each brother a gift, but Brick and Banshee are overseeing that part. For Secret Santa, you write your name on a piece of paper along with three or four things you’d really like and the person who gets you will shop from that list. Then, of course, I’ll shop for Brick, Aubree, RiffRaff, and my two cats.”

“And probably everyone else here if last year is any indication,” Brick adds, walking up behind her. I grin when I see that he’s got Aubree swaddled to his chest leaving his arms free, and right now, she’s sound asleep, safe in her daddy’s embrace.

“I promised I wouldn’t,” Ryleigh says. “That’s why we decided to do Secret Santa, remember?”

“Sweetheart, you can’t help yourself,” he replies. “Plus, it’s not like you do it all the time or anything. It’s once a year.”

Getting giddy, I announce, “Well, I can’t wait to see who I get.”

Much later, Jingles and I are off to the side, cuddled together as all of us strive to stay warm. He grabbed a heavy comforter and put it down first, then took two sleeping bags and zipped them together, while I found warm pajamas to wear. I briefly considered putting on the onesie that my asshole brother sent me, then decided against it since I didn’t feel like marring those sweet memories with any ribbing he might give me.

“Are you warm enough, babe?” Jingles whispers.

“Mmhm,” I drowsily reply. The room finally quieted enough once Brick threatened to start fining the brothers since they kept waking up his daughter.

Leaning in, he kisses me then says, “Good night, Belle.”

“Night, Jingles.”

Back in his arms, safe and secure once again, it takes me almost no time at all to slip into a deep, unencumbered rest.

Morning comes far too soon after spending the day before on the road, but after a quick breakfast, Jingles and I head up to his room to get ready for the day. When we breach the doorway, I’m shocked to see my suitcases neatly lined up against the wall.

“When did these get up here?” I ask.

“Prospects brought them up last night. Want a shower? The generator might be on the fritz up here, but the water works just fine.”

“With you?” I question, causing him to smirk.

“What do you think?” he teases, moving closer and taking the hem of my sweatshirt in his hands and raising it up until I have no choice but to raise my arms. I can feel the goosebumps as they pop up on my arms and shiver. Taking my hand, he leads me into the bathroom and closes the door before he turns the shower on. He then continues to undress me, then himself while I stand there and try not to drool.

The fact that he wants me for his still blows my mind, but I know from my brother how important it is for them to find and claim an ol’ lady. Knowing that out of all the women Jingles has come into contact with he chose me makes me want to melt like a puddle of goo at his feet. “My shower stuff is already in here?” I ask, as he leads me into the stall. Surprisingly, it’s more than big enough for both of us, which is good, all things considered.

“While you were busy helping the other ol’ ladies clean up, I pulled them out and put them in the shower. I hope that’s okay,” he says, turning me so he can get my hair wet. “We’ll have to dry our hair downstairs, at least until either the generator’s fixed or the power comes back on, but good news for you is I’ve got a great dryer.”

I snicker since his hair is slightly longer than mine and it’s highly doubtful that he’d let his air dry in the winter. When he starts lathering my hair, I can’t help the moan that escapes, which sends a frisson of desire shooting through me.

“I know we’re going into town to look at the store, but do you think we have enough time to um, you know?”

He chuckles, the sound causing my nipples to peak as my breasts grow heavy. “Yeah, babe, we’ve got time. Nothing ever happens all that quickly in a biker clubhouse.”

“This is true,” I murmur as he rinses out the shampoo and applies some conditioner to the ends before he turns me and begins soaping up my body.

His calloused hands running up and down my sides soon has me reaching for his dick, which is jutting out and steadily leaking pre-cum. Without thinking, I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth, luxuriating in the way his length and girth stretch my lips almost obscenely.

“Fuck, if that’s not the prettiest picture I’ve ever seen,” he says, looking down at me. Since I’m enjoying what I’m doing, I start sucking on him while my tongue runs up and down his length and my hand strokes what I’m unable to swallow. “Feels good, Belle,” he groans out, “but I wanna cum in your pussy not your mouth.”

He raises me up then turns me so I’m facing away from him, and I brace my hands against the tile. When I feel his dick slide between my ass cheeks to notch at my entrance, I push back, impaling myself. “Damn, it feels better every time.”

“Yeah, it does,” he replies, his hands gripping my hips as he sets a punishing pace that soon has me on the verge of orgasm. “You gonna cum on my cock, sweet Belle?” he asks, his voice husky.

“Maybe?” I tease, enjoying the build up too much. However, when he snakes one of his hands around the front of me and lightly pinches my clit, I can’t hold back my cries of pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy rolls through me. Three more thrusts has him keening out my name as my pussy pulses around his length.

Once we finally catch our breath, we quickly wash then dry off, the cooler air in the room causing us both to shiver. After we both dress, he brushes out his hair while I do mine, then he grabs his hair dryer and leads me back downstairs so we can finish getting ready.

While the men work on the store, adding shelves, me, Rory, and Ryleigh sit at the front with Ryleigh’s tablet and add items to her shopping cart. I had hoped Moira would come, but she made it clear she didn’t want to be a part of what the club was doing.

“All of the chapters that are close are sending stuff in for the run,” Ryleigh says, looking down at a pad of paper that has a huge list on it. “Our guys will go around town to the collection boxes and pick those up, while we’ll get it organized on the shelves. We have about twenty families in town that’ll be coming in to shop for their children, plus ten foster families. I’ve got sizes for most of the kids, so I thought we could order socks, underwear, pajamas, that kind of thing.”

“What about hair stuff for any girls?” I ask. “Or even basic makeup kits for teenagers? Can we order from Bath and Body Works so they can get body spray and that kind of stuff?”

“I knew she was going to be a good addition,” Rory teases. “What else?”

I stop and think of the stuff Tony used to make sure I had at Christmas when I was growing up and toss a few of those ideas out. By the time the guys come up to us, my eyes are bugging out at the size and cost of our cart.

“So, how many years past my funeral am I going to be working to cover this?” Brick asks, coming over to Ryleigh and kissing her. I watch her face flush and smile inside, knowing her man treats her as good as mine treats me.

“We’ve got this, Brick,” Rory advises. “This is the ol’ lady donation.”

We giggle because what we picked out included things most guys wouldn’t consider in a million years, such as stockings, candy and small items to fill them, deodorant, perfume and body spray, and feminine products for the teen girls. The little boys have trucks and matchbox cars, candy, and deodorant, along with wallets. Each wallet has a five-dollar gift card to the local burger place. While they normally don’t have them, Ryleigh managed to talk them into ordering some specifically for this purpose.

“It’s going to take all of us to get this ready for them to shop next weekend,” Brick muses, looking over our cart then the list that Jingles has which shows all the chapters bringing items in, as well as the stores in town we’ll collect from.

“Should we make sure to have a selection of wrapping paper and tape?” I ask. “I mean, if they’re low income, that kind of thing is more of a luxury.”

“Good idea, I’ll add that to the list,” Ryleigh says.

“Okay, ladies, let’s head back to the clubhouse. I believe we’ve got some company coming in and we need to be ready,” Brick states.

Jingles grabs my hand in his, lacing our fingers together, as we head out to my car. “When will my brother head back?” I ask while we ride back to the clubhouse.

“Probably tomorrow. They have to get the truck loaded up and head back down so we can stock the store.”

“Do you think this’ll be an annual thing?”

“I hope it is, Belle,” he replies. “This part of the town isn’t the richest by any means, although we as a club do just fine. Being able to offer something like this helps families give their kids a good Christmas, don’t you think?”

I slowly nod as I remember some of the kids I went to school with whose families could’ve benefited from something like this. “Yeah, honey, I think so.”