Page 43 of Wild Night (Vicious Reapers MC #2)

IVY

TWO MONTHS LATER

Rolling onto my side, I reach out, but the sheets are cold. I open my eyes and look at the empty bed, then my gaze shifts to the nightstand. His phone is gone. Only the charging pad and a framed picture remain.

The framed picture is one of us from just a few weeks ago. Justin’s hand on my newly rounding belly. We’re standing in front of his bike. He’s leaning against the seat, his arm wrapped around me from behind, his hand on my stomach. His chin is on my shoulder, and he’s smiling.

It’s huge.

The biggest smile I’ve ever seen. He’s wearing his cut, and I’m wearing a dress.

It was a family dinner, good food, music, and laughs. Reaching out, I touch Justin’s face, then roll out of bed. I shuffle to the bathroom to take care of business, then make my way into the living room. I expect to find Justin there, but he’s not.

I’m alone in our home.

It used to be just Justin’s place. A house that he bought to be able to get a good night’s sleep before court, so he could be at the top of his game. It was decorated with all his parents’ things, good quality, but certainly not his style.

Now it’s our home.

I redecorated and used a combination of his parents’ things and new things to create a space of our own. It is definitely ours now. There is no more his and mine. And soon, it will be officially ours, because we’re getting married.

Closing my eyes, I think about our wedding. It’s not going to be anything big or special. We’re going to the clubhouse, and it will be friends and family, only Justin’s family, though, because I don’t have any. Well, except for Dakota, and she’ll be there, standing right beside me.

I’m so lost in thought, my eyes pop open when I hear the front door open. Spinning around, I watch as Justin walks through the door. He’s carrying a bag in one hand and a drink carrier in the other.

“What’s this?” I ask.

“Good morning, princess,” he murmurs.

Shifting my gaze from the things in his hands, my eyes meet his, and I tilt my head to the side. He watches me for a moment, not moving. His lips twitch into a smirk as we watch one another, then, as if his body is pushed slightly, he moves toward me.

The moment he is close to me, I feel his head shift, and then his lips touch my forehead. “I got you some breakfast.”

Pressing my thighs together, I realize instantly that breakfast is the last thing I want right now. I inhale a shaky breath and start to tell him that when he takes half a step backward so he can look into my eyes easier.

“Can breakfast be reheated?”

His nostrils flare, his eyes darken, and without another word, he turns and walks toward the kitchen counter, placing the drink carrier and the bag down before he moves back to me.

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I watch him move around.

He’s beautiful, this man of mine. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at him—of watching him.

His cast was just removed last week. The arm isn’t as strong as it was, but it doesn’t detract from his gorgeousness. When he approaches me, I don’t expect him to pick me up or even try. I also don’t give him the opportunity. Instead, I turn my back and take off running for the bedroom.

I hear him chuckle as he moves swiftly behind me. Then, when we’re in the bedroom, I turn to face him. His eyes meet mine, hold mine. He reaches between his shoulder blades, the muscles in his strong arms flexing as he grabs his shirt and pulls it off over his head, then throws it to the floor.

Slipping my thumbs beneath the waistband of my shorts, I shove them down my legs. They pool at my feet. Justin moves toward me. His hands fist in my shirt, then he guides it over my head, dropping it somewhere at our feet.

His hand cups my cheek as his eyes search mine for a moment. Then he shifts forward, and his mouth is on mine. His tongue slips inside of me, tasting me, and I whimper. Lifting my hands, I grip his arms, holding on to him so I don’t fall on the floor. My shaky legs barely hold me up.

Thankfully, they don’t need to for much longer, because Justin slides his arm around my waist, picking me up slightly as he guides me over to the bed, my knees giving out as my ass lands on the mattress with a bounce.

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as he stares down at me. I watch as he unbuttons, unzips, and then pushes his jeans down his legs. He kicks off his pants, and now there is nothing between us.

He’s long and hard, ready and waiting for me.

I can practically feel him.

His fingers grip the backs of my thighs, stretching me wide before he climbs between my legs. My breaths come out in pants. He grunts as I feel the head of his cock press against my center.

“Please,” I whimper.

Justin lowers his head, and his lips touch mine right before he slides inside of me. I’m wet and ready, so wet and ready. Once he’s fully seated, his eyes search mine. He doesn’t move. His body is still above me. His eyes are on mine, unmoving, unblinking. He’s just breathing and watching me.

“I love you, Posey. Every fucking part of you.”

He moves his hips slowly. His eyes stay focused on mine. He grinds his pelvis against my clit with each stroke. His breathing is heavy, coming faster with each thrust, and the way he focuses on me is almost surreal. I can’t believe that this is my life, that this is my world.

That this man is mine.

That this man who is mine is all in all the time.

Lifting my hips, I meet his strokes, my body climbing higher and higher. I am so close, so damn close. Justin shifts his arm so he’s resting on his elbow, cradling my head as he continues to roll his hips.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I squeeze. My body is climbing so high, I’m teetering on the edge and ready to fall. Ready to jump. So damn ready. And when he grinds down harder, it happens.

I come.

It consumes me.

My entire body trembles beneath his right before his mouth touches mine. His tongue fills me, tasting me, consuming me as he continues to move, and then he buries himself deep. He tears his mouth from mine and lets out a roar before he stills and I feel his cock twitch before his warm cum fills me.

“I love you, Justin.”

Lowering his face, he touches his mouth to mine. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. Everything has been said, has been felt. We are one, and we will be one for as long as we live. The wedding in a few days is just the icing on the cake of my brand-new, beautiful life.

I can’t wait.

IVY

ONE MONTH LATER

Walking into the clubhouse, I slide my thumb around the new ring on my left hand. My wedding band. I don’t know how it happened, how I fell so deeply fucking in love with this woman, but I did, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

There are people milling around. I think it’s one of the guys’ birthdays, but I’m not really focused on that. My eyes are on one person and one person only.

My woman.

Mine.

Officially and legally.

She’s fucking beautiful. Her belly is bigger than it was on our wedding day three weeks ago.

It’s amazing how her body has changed to accommodate our growing life.

It’s fucking beautiful. My princess. My bride.

My old lady. My wife. I can’t wait until our child is born, because I know she is going to be the best mother possible.

I don’t know how long I stand across the room watching my woman, but when someone moves up beside me, I don’t look away from her. I can’t. She mesmerizes me. Everything about her. She’s stunning as fuck.

“We need to have a little meeting in my office.”

“I don’t want to look away.”

Bullet chuckles. “I don’t either.”

My head turns to look at him, but his focus is not on me or on Posey.

It’s on his wife and child. I get that now.

When she came bounding into our lives, he hated her, and I wasn’t necessarily fond of Dakota, either.

She was this person who just happened to be related to the man who was like a father to us all. Especially to Bullet.

Now he can’t keep his eyes off her, and I can’t keep my eyes off Dakota’s aunt. I shift my gaze back to my woman, Posey Bennett Whitaker, my whole fucking world. Every single part of it. I love her like I’ve never loved anyone or anything in my life.

I want to stare at her all day, every day. I know it sounds psychotic, but I don’t care. I fucking love this woman. Every fucking part of her. Slowly, I shift my attention over to Bullet again.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Office,” he grunts, then he walks away.

Reluctantly, I follow behind him. We make our way into his office, and I close the door behind me. I wonder if this is a work meeting or a club meeting. I head to the chair that’s across from Bullet’s desk, sink down in the cushion, cross my ankle over my knee, and wait.

“We got a problem,” Bullet mutters.

“With?” I ask when he doesn’t continue.

He shakes his head slowly, then he clears his throat, his eyes finding mine from across the room. I don’t know what the fuck he’s getting at, but I’m ready to get the fuck out of here and wrap my arms around my wife, so he better fucking hurry.

“The shipments from Hong Kong,” he murmurs.

So it’s a club issue, not a defense attorney issue. Interesting. I don’t typically get these brought to me. I’m not really part of this world as much as some are led to believe. I come to the meetings, I vote, but my real job is to be on call for whatever they need legally.

“Continue,” I murmur.

He clears his throat. “They’re fucking around with our shipments. They are trying to extort more money out of us because they know we’re not on the up and up.”

Great.

“They know there is no legal recourse,” I mutter.

“Exactly.”

Silence.

Pressing my lips together, I lean back in my chair, my head falling back as I stare at the ceiling. I don’t know how to fucking deal with foreign entities. I’m not someone who deals with contract law, and even if I did, I doubt that whatever contract Bullet has with these guys is legally binding.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Scare them,” he states.

Arching a brow, I clear my throat as I lean forward. I place my forearms on my thighs and clear my throat as I stare at him from across his large wooden desk, Shade’s desk. Inhaling a deep breath, I hold it for a moment, then I let it out slowly before I speak.

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“They are fucking around. Throw some legal shit at them. I’m hoping that will be enough to get their shit in line. They want more money than we agreed on, and we aren’t paying that shit.”

“We aren’t paying any more than we agreed to,” I say.

“No, we fucking aren’t, yet they’re trying to make us.”

My lips twitch into a smirk. “Hand me that contract. I may not be particularly interested in contract law, but I can read it and find something of interest. If not, maybe we’ll just kill them all.”

Bullet chuckles. “I appreciate that,” he says as he slides a folder across the desk to me.

Reaching forward, I take the folder, flip it open, and begin to read, but before I can read even a single page, there is a loud knock on the office door. Turning my head, I look toward the sound and watch as it opens slightly.

It’s Maverick.

“Maverick?” Bullet asks.

We both stare at the open door, at Maverick standing there, his eyes flicking from Bullet to me, then back to Bullet. I don’t understand what the fuck is happening here. I watch this play out because I have no idea where it’s going.

I’m also shocked as fuck that Goose isn’t standing right beside him. I don’t think they’ve even taken a shit without one another in the time I’ve known them. Pressing my lips together, I tilt my head to the side as I wait for whatever the fuck is coming.

“Viking isn’t going to be able to run that truck, so I’m going to take the run myself. Just wanted to let you know.”

Bullet jerks his chin. “Sounds good. You need anything?” he asks.

“No…” he says, his words trailing off.

He needs something, or wants to ask something, but maybe he doesn’t want to say anything with me standing here. I almost make an offer to step out, but then Bullet speaks again.

“Take it easy, stay under the radar,” Bullet states.

Maverick smiles. “Will do, Prez.”

Then he’s gone. We both stare at the closed door, no doubt thinking the same thing— that was weird , but neither of us comments on it, and I shift my attention back to Bullet before I clear my throat.

“Let’s finish this after the party. I want some sugar.”

Bullet chuckles. “I need sugar in every fucking capacity.”

Both of us stand. I shove the papers into the back of my waistband and make my way toward the door. Opening it, I slip out into the hallway. Bullet follows behind me, and we make our way toward the bar. It’s been repaired. The club is back to its former glory, yet it still smells like beer and sex.

I stop at the sight of her. There is an ethereal glow around her. Maybe it’s a pregnancy thing, but whatever the fuck it is, I goddamn love it. Moving toward her, I don’t stop until I wrap my arms around her and kiss my Posey on the cheek.

She turns her head and touches her lips to the underside of my jaw. “Hey,” she breathes.

I hum. “Hey, princess,” I murmur.

Slowly, Posey spins around in my arms, and I grip her hips, my fingertips digging into her flesh as her gaze searches mine.

Wordlessly, I dip my chin and touch my mouth to hers.

I could tell her that I love her, but I say it every day, ten times a day.

Right now, I just need to feel her lips on mine.

My world is whole. It is at peace, and I know that everything in my life has led to this moment.

To this woman.

I am whole.