Page 22

MADMAN

O ur moment’s broken up by the roar of more motorcycles. “Wow, they just keep coming, huh?”

Smirking, I nod. “It’s King’s, babe. We show up for each other when it counts.”

“And this counts?”

“I told you, Auds, to have met the love of my life, who is willing to put up with the club, let alone my line of work…it’s a big deal.”

“These hormones are making me emotional, I swear.”

I chuckle, “It’s okay, little momma. I already know you’re a badass, you can cry all you want with me.”

We watch as the lone biker rolls in, a woman on the back of his bike. I’d recognize the Kentucky Secretary anywhere. “Royal! Welcome, brother!”

He smirks, clapping my hand and shaking it as soon as he and the woman climb off. “This is Becki.”

“It’s good to see you, and Becki, thanks for coming to celebrate. This is my ol’ lady, Audrey.”

“You’re pregnant too,” Becki points out, making my woman laugh.

“Yeah, this will make our fifth.”

Royal’s eyes widen as he glances at me, then to Audrey, but doesn’t say anything. The club knows what we do for business, but they aren’t aware of anything else about it, so no one would have a clue I have multiple kids with my baby momma unless we were to tell them.

I tilt my head toward the side of the clubhouse, “Yep, last I saw them, they were at one of the firepits making s'mores.”

Becki’s eyes twinkle as she asks, “So no club whores around, huh?”

Audrey’s silence is louder than she thinks. I don’t have to hear her asking me what the fuck, because she has no idea they’re even a thing. She’d have found out if we’d gone on a ride together, though, so I’ll have some explaining to do.

“We like to party, but clothes stay on while the kids are up.” I send Royal a look, silently telling him to keep her in line if she decides to get wild.

I don’t know anything about her, but around this many men, I know some club whores will turn it up to get attention, and we don’t need that around mine or anyone else’s kids.

“We can behave for a little while,” Royal chuckles, and I clap him on the back, grinning.

“Go help yourself, man, a lot of people are already here, a few I know you’ll wanna catch up with.”

“Brass-ass,” I greet my VP after he says his hellos to Royal and joins us in our little welcoming committee.

“Fuck off,” he rolls his eyes. “You’ve been a little too chipper lately, got the brothers worried, especially now that you officially aren’t taking clients anymore. We’ve known for years you’ve been silently pawning them off on the other brothers, but now you’ve announced it.”

“The fuck are they worried about? I told everyone I wasn’t leaving after you dumb asses basically expressed your love for me.”

He snorts, chuckling. “You’re such a dick sometimes.”

“I thought I was chipper. We can bareknuckle box out back once the kids are sleeping.”

Audrey gasps beside me, but this is something she’ll have to get used to, or call it an early night and go to bed until I’m finished beating a few asses and reminding them of my road name.

“I think that’s a fan-fucking-tastic idea. I’ll let them know. However, they’re tripping, thinking you’re going to want them all to get ol’ ladies now, and find a new way to earn.”

“Dumbasses. I’m still scheduling them and speaking to new clients. You can reassure them, Brass. Besides, I’ll need you to step up a bit on the King’s Breeders side now. You’ll do the rounds and welcome check-ins. I don’t want to have to touch another woman who isn’t my ol’ lady.”

His brows skyrocket, “Damn, it’s like that now, huh? I respect it, Prez, and no problem. I’ve been wanting more responsibilities anyhow.”

“Bet.” I thank him with a nod and hold my fist out.

He bumps it in return and offers Auds a wide smile, “You got this man so pussy-whipped, he hasn’t fucked clients in years. Did he tell you that?” With those parting words, he strolls off, an extra beat of swagger in his gait.

“Dick,” I mutter, irritated we had the discussion in front of my ol’ lady. He did it on purpose, I’d guess. I may give him shit, but Brass is smarter than he first appears.

When I finally glance at Audrey, I swear she has hearts in her eyes. “Is it true?”

“Absolutely.” I press a kiss to her forehead and softly admit, “I’ve only wanted you for far too long. I thought I was being secretive about it, but apparently at least one of the brothers has been on to me.”

Realization dawns on Audrey’s face, her eyes widening in surprise at my confession.

What does she expect, though? I’ve wanted her for years, been in love with her this entire time, and never realized the extent of it.

Before I have a chance to speak on her reaction, she grabs my hand, tugging me toward the closest building.

In this case, it’s the massive barn we keep our motorcycles in to protect them from the crazy weather we always end up having.

With swift movements, she has us up against the wall with the fan pointing in our direction to keep a steady breeze on our bodies in this heat. Not that I’m complaining, getting sweaty with her in any capacity would be my favorite way to do it.

“What are you up to, little momma? Hm? Want me to knock you up a second time? It’ll happen if you keep looking at me like I’m the best thing you’ve seen all day.”

“You are the best, and the sexiest, Gavin. I want you in my mouth. I need to taste you.”

“Jesus Christ, woman. You keep sayin’ shit like you just did, and I’m going to be coming in my pants rather than your mouth.”

“Nope, I’m putting it in my mouth and you’re going to be a good big bad biker and come down my throat.”

“Fuck,” I utter, at a loss for words. This woman is my undoing, I swear it.

She pops the button on my jeans, the zipper easily gliding between her fingertips, then she’s tugging down my pants.

There’s an intoxicating lustful glint in her eyes as she eagerly moves to grab my length and show me how much she appreciates my honesty a moment ago.

Her touch is sweet torture in the best sort of way, sending shivers down my spine.

She leans in closer, her breath warm against my skin as she presses a kiss to the spot underneath my belly button.

“Tease,” I manage to hiss out when she follows up the move with a kiss on each of my hips. First the right, then the left, leaving behind little licks in her path to my destruction.

She moves lower, dropping to her knees while continuing with her sweet torment of soft kisses all around my cock.

I could combust with the way desire builds inside of me, clawing from inside me, begging to be let free.

My cock tells me to say fuck it and take her like I want to, while my heart tells me to slow down and let her have her moment.

I’m already breathing heavily, hot pants escaping my lips as my chest rises and falls. I manage to hold myself back somehow, my hands curled into fists as I watch her from below, looking like a Goddess.

Finally, with a hunger matching my own, she takes me in her mouth. Every stroke she makes is calculated and deliberate.

“Fuck. Yes. Christ.” I manage to grumble out in between gasps and a groan of satisfaction. All coherent thought flees from my mind as she shows me exactly what she thinks of me, not fucking another woman in years.

Only her.

I’ll let you in on a little secret. She was worth the wait. Every single minute.

“Come on, Prez! We know you’re in there, and the only reason why we’re not busting inside and carrying your ass out is ‘cause if your ol’ lady’s missing clothes, it’ll be hell to pay. None of us wants to get our asses kicked for seeing a tit!” King yells from the doorway.

“Speak for yourself, fucker. I can hold my own,” grumbles War.

“I bet half the damn club’s out there, little momma. Ready for me to finish? I couldn’t handle it if they saw you looking so goddamn sexy like you do right now. I’d have to kill them, and I don’t want to turn this into a funeral.”

Her eyes twinkle as she sucks me with a fervor that’d have me spilling my load quickly, regardless of whether the club is waiting on our asses or not.

I keep my hands fisted at my sides, not about to skull fuck her to get off. I’m not about to disrespect her that way, treating her like a dirty club whore. She’s my ol’ lady, and wifey material if she’d ever allow it. “Ready, babydoll?”

She nods, careful not to hit my dick with her teeth, and then I’m groaning, spilling in her mouth.

“So damn good, Audrey. Fuck, you are an absolute dream, my love.”

She swallows every drop I give her, making my stare heat all over again, and then I’m helping her stand up.

Carefully batting her hands away, I make sure to fix her flowy dress so she doesn’t look out of sorts.

It’s no one’s business what we were doing, and if anyone were to tease or make her feel bad about it, I’d have to chop their legs off as retribution.

“You feeling okay, little momma? Need me to get you anything? Is the baby alright?”

She sends me a soft smile, leaning in once I button myself back up, and I wrap my arm around her, walking us to the entrance. “I feel fine. I’m happy, even. Glad I got that out of the way before we visit with any more people. The baby wants watermelon, which I’ll get shortly.”

“I’m glad to be of service. Anytime you need me, you let me know.” I end it with a wink, and she shoves at my chest, making me laugh.

“Hm, why am I not surprised you’d be willing to sacrifice yourself?” She teases as we head outside and find a group waiting for us.

“Come on, you two. This party is for you guys, well, Audrey really, so you can’t dip out.” Smoke shares while craning his head this way and that.

“Sher couldn’t make it, brother.” I offer, knowing he’s looking for the nurse.

I see the doc stopped by, though, as Spade is talking her up.

No surprise there, he’s probably doing the sign of the cross every time someone looks in her direction to try and ward them away from her.

“Doc’s here, little momma,” I chin lift in her direction.

My woman’s face lights up. “I didn’t know she was coming! I’m going to go say hi to Marissa and check in with the kids.”

“Sounds like a plan. Don’t eat any cake without me.”

“Of course not. It’s for both of us, our night, and I firmly plan to feed it to you.”

“Promises, promises, baby doll.”

“I love you, now go be President to your club and visit with your friends. I’ll be fine. I love you.”

“Promise?”

“One hundred percent. Always.”

“Love you too, baby momma,” I utter, pressing a kiss to her perfect mouth, before heading off with my brothers. It’s time to party.