Page 44 of Wyatt (The Black Roses MC #5)

Chapter twenty-one

Maizie

I t feels as though time is standing still as I wait for Wyatt. I don’t think I took a full breath since getting in the van. Hell, since I found my son and Cece missing.

Wyatt: On my way home to you. I love you.

Me: I love you, too .

Tears fill my eyes as relief washes through me.

We’ve just gotten back to the clubhouse when Wyatt’s text came through. The forty-five-minute drive nearly did me in. Colby sat in my arms, clinging to me. Not that it would have mattered if he wanted me to put him down. I couldn’t have even if he’d tried.

We’re lying in Wyatt’s bed at the clubhouse. Barrett put us in here so we could clean up and get some rest. I gave Colby a bath and put him in one of Wyatt’s shirts. Being surrounded by his scent brings me comfort in his absence, but I know he’ll be here soon.

There’s no doubt in my mind that the men who took Colby and Cece are dead.

And I’m glad for it. Wyatt swore to me he would protect not only my heart, but my life as well, and Colby’s.

When my son told Wyatt that he loved him, I would have cried if tears hadn’t already been streaming down my face from the relief of having Colby safely in my arms. Just like Wyatt promised.

There’s a quiet knock at the door and Mia peeks her head in. “Hey, sister. You need anything?”

“I’m good,” I whisper. “How are you?”

“I’m…not sure,” she replies.

“I know he was your brother. This can’t be easy for you.”

She shakes her head. “Nolan was…” Her voice catches on the word was.

We both know there was never a chance of him making it out of this with his life.

“He made his choices a long time ago. And I made mine. You’re my family.

That guy”—she nods toward my sleeping son—“is my family. Whatever happens to anyone who threatens them is something they brought on themselves. I have no qualms about knowing what happened to Nolan. And honestly, if I were there with a gun in my hand, I can’t say I wouldn’t have done the job myself. ”

“I can’t say I wouldn’t have done the same thing either. When I got that text, I wanted him dead.”

“That makes perfect sense. And it also doesn’t make you a bad person. He took Colby and threatened the people you love. It’s pretty black and white in my book.”

I nod. “Guess it is in mine, too.”

There has never been any doubt in my mind who the Black Roses are. The things that they’ve done and still do. These aren’t law-abiding men, and their world can be dangerous. But they fiercely protect the people they love, of that I have no doubt.

Mia smiles and dips her head before shutting the door behind her.

I never thought I would fall in love with a biker.

Then Wyatt and his warm smile and gentle heart broke through every defense I tried to put between us.

The way he loves me is so powerful and complete.

I didn’t think I would ever find someone like him.

Like what my friends have with their men.

And I have never been happier to be wrong.

In my darkest hour, when my worst fear came true and my son was in danger, he stood between me and the evil men who took my son.

He rescued Colby, protecting us from ever having them get their hands on my son again.

Wyatt kept his word, and I couldn’t imagine anyone else keeping my heart safe, either.

Someone else knocks on the door, and this time, the face I see is the one I’ve needed all night.

“Hey, baby,” Wyatt says, opening the door and stepping inside his room before soundlessly shutting it behind him.

“Hi,” I breathe out and tears fill my eyes. “Fuck, I’m glad to see you.”

He takes three long strides and sits next to me, leaning down to place a kiss on my lips.

I turn onto my other side so I can wrap my arms around him, but he stops me. “I’m filthy. Let me get cleaned up first. I just couldn’t not kiss you.”

“Okay. Did you talk to Mia and Charlie about Pepper?”

When we got back, the girls were here after having left the vet's office to check on the dog on their way back to the clubhouse with Braxton.

Pepper has a broken leg like I thought, and the vet needed to do surgery to fix the break.

He told Mia that he was going to keep him for a couple days to make sure there are no complications or infections and to help manage his pain.

That dog is my fucking hero, just like the man sitting next to me.

“I did. We’ll pick him up in a couple days, and I’m giving him the biggest fucking steak he’s ever had in his life.”

“According to Colby, he’s partial to pizza,” I say with a smile.

“I’m not partial to the gas.” Wyatt chuckles and stands from the bed. “I’m going to go shower.”

He walks into the bathroom in his room and shuts the door. When I hear the shower running, I turn toward Colby and tuck the blankets around him just how he likes, making him into a little sleeping burrito, then gently lift myself from the bed and walk to the bathroom.

I open the door and step inside, turning the lock after I shut it behind me.

Stripping out of my jeans and the T-shirt I’ve been wearing all night, I look through the glass and see Wyatt with his hands against the wall and his head lowered under the spray.

He isn’t moving, but I see the way his entire upper body rises then lowers with each deep breath.

Opening the door to the shower, I step in behind him and place my hand on his back. He startles for a moment, but when he turns, he wraps me in his arms and pulls me against his chest, burying his face in my hair.

“Fuck, I was so scared,” he says on a broken whisper. “When you told me that Colby was missing, it felt like the walls were closing in around me.”

“You were so strong tonight, honey.” My hands run up and down his wet skin. “Everything I needed you to be.”

“I had to. I promised I would never let anything touch you, and I had to get our boy back. But holy hell, baby, it’s all hitting me right now.”

I feel his entire body vibrating as he holds me with the water beating against his back.

“Shh. I’ve got you. We’re safe,” I tell him.

There are times when you love someone and they are your strength, the immovable rock you can crash against. Then there are times when you have to be that rock for them. This is one of those times.

I pull away just barely and grab his hand, placing it over my heart. “It’s still beating. I’m here, and so is Colby. We’re okay. You made sure of that.”

Wyatt presses his forehead against mine and takes a deep breath. “I love you so much, baby. If anything ever happened to you or our boy…”

“But nothing did. You saved him. You , Wyatt. You kept your promise.”

His hand slides from my chest to the side of my neck. Wyatt leans in and places a kiss to my lips, his other arm flexing around my waist.

I deepen the kiss, needing to taste him, to feel him.

“I need you,” I whisper against his mouth.

Wyatt doesn’t skip a beat. He crashes his lips to mine, and his tongue plunges inside my mouth, tangling with mine. His kiss is desperate and frantic as his hand dives into my hair, flexing as though he can’t hold on tight enough.

He spins us so that my back is against the spray, and he lowers himself to his knees.

“You have to be quiet. Our boy is sleeping in the other room. Can you do that?”

I nod.

“Good girl.” He looks into my eyes as he takes his first lick through my center. His eyes close on a groan. “Always so fucking sweet.”

“You have to be quiet, too,” I whimper, my voice barely audible over the sound of the running water.

He leans forward again, and his tongue starts licking at my clit as he buries his face in my pussy.

“Fuck,” I breathe out.

One hand presses against the shower wall while the other clutches his shoulder for support.

Wyatt stands and turns us so that my back is against the tile then quickly kneels before me again and throws one of my legs over his shoulder.

This time, when his face meets my center, he slides two thick fingers into my wet core.

His tongue lashes at me and his fingers pump in and out, filling me over and over.

Wyatt curls his fingers and instantly finds the spot inside of me that makes me detonate every time.

The orgasm rushes through me, so powerful and intense that I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out.

Wyatt licks me through every wave, never easing up.

When I come down, he rises to his full height and tips his head forward, taking my mouth in an almost brutal kiss.

“Goddamn, baby. You taste so fucking good. I’ll never get enough of you.”

“I sure hope not,” I say with a light laugh.

He pulls away and stares into my eyes. “Never, Maizie,” he says in a serious tone.

“I need you like I need the fucking air I breathe. There aren’t enough words in the English language to tell you what you mean to me.

What you being here with me does for my heart.

So there’s no getting enough of you. There never will be. ”

Fuck, this man is more than I could have ever hoped for. More than I ever thought I deserved.

“Then show me. Instead of telling me, I need you to show me,” I tell him.

Wyatt kisses me again, then spins me to face the tile.

“Hold on to the wall,” he whispers in my ear.

He lines himself up to my entrance, then he pushes inside of me in one thrust.

“Shit,” I hiss, stretching around him.

He doesn’t move. “Okay?” he breathes out.

“God, yes.”

“Give me your mouth.”

I turn my head and Wyatt kisses me hard as he begins to move in and out of me at a furious pace.

The kiss is sloppy and wet, each of us quietly moaning into the other's mouth as he fucks me so deep I’m already about to come for the second time tonight.

He keeps one hand on my hip, and the other he lays over my hand that’s clutching the tile wall, tangling our fingers together.

I feel the walls of my pussy flutter around his thick cock.

“That’s it, baby. Squeeze me hard. I need to feel you come while I’m buried so fucking deep inside of you.”

He thrusts harder, going deeper than I ever thought possible, and I explode around him. My teeth bite into his arm to stifle the moans that I’m barely holding back from bursting from me.

“Fuck, that’s it. Goddamn, you’re so fucking perfect,” he says as his cock jerks inside of me and he empties himself on a ragged breath.

He slows his movements, eventually stilling completely, but stays inside of me as we both catch our breaths.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, looking at the deep teeth marks I left on his arm.

“I’m getting those tattooed there,” he says and I laugh.

“They’ll fade by morning.”

“Then I’ll have to make you come that hard again,” he says and releases a growl into my neck.

Wyatt pulls out of me and spins me around, placing a gentle kiss to my lips that is completely contradictory to our furious lovemaking from moments before.

“I love you, baby,” he whispers against my lips.

“I love you, too.”

“Let’s get cleaned up. I want to hold you and our boy while we fall asleep.”

I nod, not trusting my voice not to break.

Our boy .

Wyatt washes my hair, which is an experience all on its own.

I’ve never had a man wash my hair or give me the kind of care he does.

My heart is beyond full as I run my hands over his body with a cloth, washing this night away from him.

He glides his hand across my cheek, over my bare shoulders, and down my arms as I clean him.

Our touches aren’t meant to excite. They’re meant to worship.

When we’re finished in the shower and dried off, Wyatt wraps a towel around his middle and opens the door. “I’ll be right back.”

Moments later he returns with a T-shirt like the one I put Colby in after his bath. I slide it down my towel-dried skin as he slips on a pair of gym shorts.

“Let’s go to bed,” he says, holding out a hand once we’re both dressed.

I crawl into his king-size bed and lie against the wall and Colby. Wyatt lies down on his side, on the other side of our son, and rests his arm across both of us, holding all of us together.

This is how it was always meant to be. Wyatt, Colby, and me.

A family of our own making.

A family I’m so incredibly proud to call mine.