Page 15 of Snarl (Primal Howlers MC #9)

Lennon

Four months later (ish)…

S NARL PULLED INTO the driveway of the bungalow, and I raised an eyebrow in question. “The house is done? ”

“Almost.”

“Might I remind you, you’ve been with me for the last two weeks and weren’t we just saying how exhausted we were.”

“I know, baby. The house was almost done when I left, but Rocky promised he’d take care of the finishing touches, and we can crash here.”

“So we get to see it for the first time together?”

He grinned. “We do.”

I clapped my hands. “Okay, I can stay awake for a little while longer.”

We headed into the house, and I couldn’t stop an excited cry. Even Snarl let out a few expletives that indicated he was impressed.

“Oh my god, honey, this is gorgeous.”

Every inch of the original wood had been restored, the floors (if they couldn’t be saved) had been replaced and seamlessly integrated into the original hardwoods.

The kitchen had major water damage, so it ended up having to be gutted, but when they replaced it, they’d modernized the hell out of it but kept the historic charm.

They’d also finished the basement, so there was a huge bonus room, a bedroom with its own bathroom, plus two other bedrooms and bathroom which would mean we could expand our family.

“Ready for your surprise?” Snarl asked.

I grinned wide. “I’m beginning to love your surprises.”

He laughed, taking my hand and leading me out the back door next to the kitchen. There was a brand new deck with both stairs and a ramp with handrails for safety and then the cutest little tiny home very close to our detached garage.

“Is this a mancave or a she-shed?” I asked.

“It’s for Shirley.”

Tears immediately threatened to start as I looked up at him. “What?”

He smiled gently. “It’s all one level, although, there’s a loft for future use, but for now, she can utilize the two bedrooms, living room, bathroom, and kitchen.

I’ve talked to her about it, and she can live out her days here without paying a dime.

Kadance can live downstairs until she figures out what she wants to do.

And we can all have family dinners together every night. Or not. Whatever y’all want to do. ”

I couldn’t hold back my tears, and I threw myself into his arms. “I love, love, love you so much.”

“Can’t wait to marry you, honey.”

“Can’t wait to marry you either,” I said.

Snarl had proposed to me in Kenya as the sun was setting, and it had been the most romantic moment of my life.

“Let me give you a tour,” he said after kissing me gently. “The boys are moving Granny in tomorrow. I bought her a new recliner, and a sofa I won’t break, but that’s about all that’s in this space right now.”

I nodded and followed him into my grandmother’s new home.

* * *

I was on all fours, Snarl behind me, fucking me hard, and despite coming twice already, he was building yet another orgasm in me. He’d woken me early, too early for my liking, but he’d done it sweet, with his hand between my legs, reminding me we needed to start to beat back the jetlag.

Just before I came again, he dropped to a hip at my side and pulled me over him. “Ride me,” he demanded.

I grinned slowly as I straddled him, wrapping my hand around his cock, and guiding the tip inside, then sliding down until he filled me. My head dropped back of its own accord, and I let out a deep, throaty sigh.

Snarl shifted, sitting up and sliding his fingers into my hair, in order to cup the back of my head. He met my eyes and smiled. “Hey, beautiful. ”

“Hey.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too,” I rasped, as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and rode him.

His arm slid around my waist, holding me close so my body skimmed against his as I fucked him, his hand holding my head, so my lips grazed his. My soft breaths against his lips, his deep groans against mine.

I was so close. His hand glided down my belly and swiftly, his thumb hit dead center.

I let out a quiet mew as I moved faster and faster, my orgasm sweeping over me.

I heard him groan and cupped his face as I continued to move and then his face was in my neck and his dick was pulsing inside of me, as he ran his tongue over my pulse .

“Fuck,” he breathed out as I climbed off of him, stretching out on my side like a well-fed kitten.

He headed straight into the bathroom, returning with a towel to clean me up, then settled himself beside me, pulling me close. “Good morning.”

“Good morning ,” I breathed out, unable to stop a yawn as I wrapped an arm around his waist. “I seriously want to go back to sleep.”

“Would now be a bad time to tell you we’re hosting a few people tonight?”

I leaned up on my elbow. “What do you mean, ‘hosting’?”

“Your sister, Granny, Razor, Waver—”

“What the hell?” I snapped, scrambling off the bed. “Waverly’s here?”

He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “They will be in about three hours. They’re flyin’ in for a week. We have to pick them up from the airport.”

“I thought the Howlers’ were moving Granny in.”

“They are. And Razor and Waverly are coming to celebrate.”

My trip to Portland right before Africa had done wonders to help heal the rift between Waverly and me, but the shocker of all lifetimes had been she’d met and fallen for her own biker while I was away. His name is Razor, and he was apparently a saint among saints. I couldn’t wait to meet him.

“Okay, I take back what I said about your surprises,” I hissed .

He laughed. “You’re awake now, though, huh?”

“Why are you just lying there?” I waved my hands in the air. “Get up, get up, get up!”

He grinned, sliding off the mattress and pulling me into his arms. “We’ve got plenty of time, sweetheart.

I’ve ordered catering, which Rocky’s pickin’ up on his way over, a couple of the women are bakin’, and believe me, when you taste their cakes and pies, you’re gonna see heaven.

You don’t have to do a thing. It’s all handled. ”

I bit my lip. “But I like to have gifts for my guests. I like to plan more when I invite people over.”

“Then let’s make the bed real quick and we can run to the mall before we pick up your friend. The house looks good. Your sister already moved all your shit out of your apartment, so you don’t have to worry about any of that right now, right? The boys’ll take care of Granny.”

“But is she okay with that?”

“She already knows Sundance. I introduced her to both him and Wyatt, and they’re handling all of that for us today, so we can take care of Razor and Waverly.”

“I’m so not used to this.”

“What?”

“Support.”

He chuckled. “Well, you’ve got it in spades now.”

“Apparently.” I wrapped my arms around his waist. “Thanks, honey.”

“You’re welcome. Come on, let’s shower. I’ll give you a couple more orgasms in there, then we’ll head out.”

“I like where your head’s at.”

“Gonna like where my other head’s at even better in a minute.”

I laughed and followed him into the bathroom.

* * *

Later that night, I was in our back yard, sipping a glass of wine, my best friend in the entire world to my right, my sister to my left, and my grandmother in a comfy chair in front of us.

We were watching a gaggle of bikers play a rowdy game of cornhole, which Waverly’s man was currently winning, despite being in a full leg air cast. He’d apparently had to have two full leg hard casts, having cut off the first one, so the fact he’d managed to graduate to an air cast was a miracle.

Razor was adorable, and wholly devoted to my friend, and there was nothing in this world that could have made me happier.

Snarl caught my eye and smiled making his way over to me.

“Hey, honey,” I said as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Hey.”

“Razor’s a bit of a shark, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m out. Already lost fifty bucks.”

I laughed. “Well, shit, that’s a week’s worth of grocery money in some parts.”

“That’s what I said.” He gave me a squeeze. “Come with me for a second.”

“Um, okay.” I leaned down and kissed my grandmother’s cheek. “I’ll be right back, Granny.”

“Take your time, Lennonade. I’m enjoying the view.”

I grinned, following Snarl inside and back to our bedroom where he closed the door, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me off my feet.

“My, what big arms you have, Granny,” I said.

“The better to hold you with, my love. The better to hold you with.”

I grinned, kissing him.

My big, bad wolf was tamed, and my life complete.