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One Month Later

Lark

T he revelry in the club kicked off just after six when my brother married Widow Grand. As in, officially tied the knot. He made the call to chain himself to her and I just hope that this is a part of whatever the plan the club devised.

It’s been a very long month. One of the longest of my life, especially since it came so close on the heels of my mom’s death. There’s been a lot of change and I feel like I haven’t fully recovered from the whiplash my life has given me. Gray’s dedication to the club has been unwavering. He hides it well, but standing next to him right now, I can tell just how exhausted he is. I’ve made sure that my support for him has been boundless, digging up reserve energy to match his own stamina.

Across the huge lounge packed with bodies, I spot my brother leaning up against the far wall by the bar. He said his vows in his club vest, a black t-shirt, and worn-out jeans. At least he was surrounded by the whole club, here in the safety of their domain. The room is packed and despite the fact that danger now walks amongst us, men we don’t know, just met last week, and certainly don’t trust, the atmosphere is one of revelry. The air is thick with smoke. After every single kid got put to bed, either taken home by old ladies or safely ensconced in rooms at the club, the real debauchery began.

This is my first biker wedding. It’s my first real biker celebration of any kind. Despite the women and children returning slowly, the atmosphere has remained tense around here. It’s my home now as well, Penny’s too—at least temporarily, until we can see how the truce plays out. Gray’s not happy about me and Penny being here, because as the antics in the lounge show, an outlaw biker clubhouse is not a place to bring up a kid. But he doesn’t trust his father and thinks that out of the possible options, we’re safer here. There were none of the club whores or hang arounds allowed on the premises. It was still basically under lockdown even though Zale arrived with an armada of his brothers three weeks ago and stood there and signed an agreement, laying out terms and peace. He gave his word to uphold it in front of a bunch of bikers and enemies or not, they looked like men who cared about upholding it. Either they have no idea what kind of a man Zale Grand is, and they believe in their prez, or they were really good at faking it.

I hope that Satan’s Angels MC are good at faking letting their guard down, because it certainly looks like that’s what’s happening.

Gray twists his hand in mine and pulls me in against his side. He’s alert, sharp green eyes missing nothing, but he doesn’t look like a guard dog. He gave every appearance of trusting in this. That can’t be the plan. He hasn’t shared it with me because I haven’t asked him to, but if this is it, it’s going to make me wish I could knee him in the balls. I wouldn’t, but I’d want to.

My face heats and I quickly look away from the couch where Bullet is sprawled out, one of the club whores clearly doing something on her knees that belongs in a bedroom. I guess it’s that time of the night when the whiskey is flowing, and the scantily clad clothing is going to get even more sparse.

I stand on my tiptoes and put my hand on Gray’s shoulder, guiding his face down to me. “I’m going to check on Penny. I know that my dad is there with her in and that she’s got cameras at her door and a guard, but… but I feel like I should make sure she’s okay.”

He nods, makes a small motion to Gunner, who is standing like a very obvious guard dog on the far end of the room, his chill stare roving over everyone. He certainly hasn’t forgotten that the enemy is now within these walls. Gunner nods back. He’ll take over so Gray can come with me.

I steal one last glance over my shoulder at my brother and Widow. They’re standing far enough apart that it’s obvious that they really don’t want to have anything to do with each other. Raiden has this funny expression on his face though. I have no idea what it means. Widow looks smug. She’s drawing a lot of attention. Tall, leggy, an actual bombshell with huge boobs, a tiny waist, and curvy hips, she’s rocking a tight leather dress and her own club’s vest. She’s got knee high leather boots on with spiky heels that only add to her towering height. And . And she’s freaking blonde. Naturally. She doesn’t look at all like a female version of Gray, but she does have his eyes.

If she makes herself a widow that she’s technically married to my brother, that will be two hearts in this world I’ve vowed to stop from beating.

We check in on Penny, the loud music, laughter, and strong male voices carrying down the halls. She’s fast asleep in the big bed, my dad sprawled out on his back beside her. He’s awake, reading a book with one of those flashlights specifically made for reading in the dark. He waves at us and smiles, assuring us that Penny is fine.

“I’ll be back to get her soon,” I promise.

It’s a promise I’m eager to keep. I just want this night to be over. I want all the nights to be over until we’re free of Zale Grand and his threat over us. I don’t believe in this peace for a second and it would be nice to live without always feeling so on edge.

“Take your time. We’re fine here. It’s not that late yet.”

Even my dad knows this partying is going to go on until morning. As president, Gray has to be there and there’s no way I’m calling it a day to crawl into bed without him.

Gray doesn’t take me back to the party. He steers me to our room instead. Every door in the club is now thick steel. The codes are bulletproof. Literally, so are the windows in the place, but they’ve been that way for a long time. Within the club, planning for enemies from within, Wizard kicked up security measures. Every man in the club has been working hard to make changes to the club. It’s not just Gray, putting in impossible hours. I can’t see how any of us aren’t on the verge of utter collapse.

Odin stands near the door. He trailed Gray, I realize, his guard for the night, but kept well enough back that I didn’t notice him until now. He doubled back and beat us here, obviously knowing something I don’t.

Gray nods at him, puts in our code, and pulls me inside.

“Gray,” I hiss, looking at the door. “Odin is right outside.”

He lifts a brow “Don’t worry. He knows exactly what we’re going to be doing until we come out.”

I’m no prude and I’ve come a long way from my sheltered, good girl, people pleasing life, but I still blush. “That’s the problem.” I gulp. “What are we doing in here?”

“Gunner can hold things down for an hour. I wanted to talk to you.”

“That sounds ominous.”

I hate all of this. The knives in the night alliance, the new men we can’t trust, this woman who claims to be Gray’s sister marrying my brother. She’ll probably have her blood red claws in him before the night is over, or into someone out there. She’s the perfect, most lethal of weapons. A power move if I’ve ever seen one—exactly how I’d expect Zale Grand to operate. I want to rebuild Gray’s house. It’s not that I don’t love the club or the renovations we’ve done in Gray’s room to make a private, small room for Penny here, but I want our lives to start . I don’t want to keep waiting for a disaster. I’d like my man to fall into bed beside me at the end of the night and be able to sleep, but no matter how exhausted and ragged he is, there hasn’t been a lot of that. Gray’s mind won’t shut off. His body is supposed to be healing and I can there are so many days when he’s in pain.

Gray is my king and I’m his queen and that means standing beside him and putting my trust in him instead of voicing my endless concerns.

“Go get your property cut,” Gray instructs me, grinning deviously. He indicates our small closet on the far side of the room. “Want to see you wearing it while I take you and hard and rough.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re a total caveman sometimes and I love it.” The vest is my own badge of honor. Seer had it custom made for me when she got back to Hart. On the back is ‘Satan’s Angels MC’ and ‘Property of Tyrant’ patched along the top and bottom, with the bowing angel logo in the center. It’s my very own three-piece patch, marking me as part of the club, but more importantly, unmistakably as Gray’s.

Gray sits down in the big leather chair across from our bed. He pats his lap, a playful spark in his eyes. “Come here. I brought you here to punish you.” He can’t say that with a straight face. I gasp just to humor him, but the ache pounding between my legs is very real.

“What for?”

“You were scowling at the bride all day.”

I slip into the vest and cross my arms. I’m wearing a floral dress and flats, my hair curled and put up, looking the least bit like a biker babe of anyone in the place, but I’ve learned how to give good sass and take no shit.

“Fake or arranged or whatever, I don’t want my brother anywhere near that woman.” Saying bitch just goes against my nature of thinking of women as a sisterhood. I won’t do it, even if she probably deserves it. “Half the men forgot themselves and were ogling and drooling over her. The club’s women looked like they wanted to scratch her eyes out. They can’t wear their colors here, but she’s wearing her vest? She’s a siren and a demon. She knows exactly what she’s doing.”

“Your concern is noted and shared.”

“She looks at my brother wrong and she’ll lose her eyes, I promise.”

Gray’s lips curl up on the scarred side. “You’ve already vowed to kill my father. Do you want my sister too?”

“She harms one of my own and she’s as good as dead.”

“My, but what a bloodthirsty little bird you’ve become.”

“I’m serious!”

Gray pats his lap, studying me earnestly. “I know. But you have to trust me. do you trust that your king has a plan?”

I walk over and let out a huge sigh as I sit on his lap. I twine my arms around his neck and lean into him. It’s so easy to melt into his strength, to close my eyes and get transported by the familiarity of his body and his scent. “I do. It’s not you I question, it’s them. They’re unpredictable and dangerous.”

“Stop thinking about them for tonight. They’ll still be there in the morning. We have enough security in this place and the brothers won’t forget themselves. That’s a promise. Wouldn’t you like to know how I’m going to punish you?”

I shiver violently and sink my teeth into my bottom lip.

Gray can hear me thinking about anything but my punishment. I know I’m in for it when he bends me over his lap. He manhandles me roughly and my mouth literally starts to water at what he’s going to do to me. I love being at this man’s mercy. I love pleasing him even more. It’s doubly thrilling because all month we’ve barely had time to do more than very quietly make love in the dark when we’re both beyond exhausted and Penny is in the next area with very thin walls.

This is going to be straight up fucking.

As soon as my breasts are crushed against Gray’s knees, I wriggle against him, so eager for him to use me and do it rough and mean. I’ve been craving this and missing it. He palms my ass over my dress, fingers biting into my cheek, pressing me even harder into his lap. I can feel his cock under me, thick and hard.

“Oh god, Gray, please. Punish me. Make it feel so good.” I want whatever he’s going to do to me to start and then be over because I need his cock inside of me. I need it so badly that I don’t give a shit about foreplay.

He hums in his throat, which is either his way of telling me to be quiet or his quiet promise that this won’t be over soon at all.

He flips up my dress, wrenching the longest parts out from under me. It’s humiliating to be bent over him like I’m a naughty child, and oh so hot. I’m on fire for it, drenching my panties. I need this so badly that Gray’s jeans will probably be soaked when he lets me up.

He rubs his rough palm over my ass cheek. I freeze when he tucks his fingers into the scrap of my thong and yelp when he tears it away. It always burns so badly when he destroys my underwear. He stills me with a smack to my left cheek. I groan at the sharp sting. I know it’s going to be much worse than this.

“You can’t punish me for being worried about my brother, you oaf.”

Smack!

He doesn’t lay into me with any real intensity. I still cry out, because it does sting a little, but he’d never really hurt me and after a tense month, it’s nice to be able to play and unwind together.

“Or the rest of the club,” I sass him, rocking against him to try and get free. He holds me down with that one hand, pinning me to his knees. I am so pathetically small against him, and I love it. I thrash anyway, rubbing against his dick because I know it’s torture for him. “It’s not against the law to hate her and I can certainly wish her dead in my head just like your bastard father.”

He lands another spank and another before I have time to recover.

I cry out and arch back, aching for more. “I’ll frown at her all I wish. It’s a free fucking world. I bet you’re getting off seeing your property cut on my back while you spank the living fuck out of me, punishing me for something you know in your own heart you also wish to be true.”

“Did I say you could speak?” His words say one thing, but I can hear by the tone of his voice he’s trying not to chuckle at my attempt at disobedience. I wriggle against him, feeling my hard nipples scrape against his jeans. He spanks me one more time, his hand lingering, his fingers just inches from my slit, then finally he lets me scramble off his lap.

“You’re such an asshole, holding me down like that.” My tone suggests otherwise. I’m red all over and his cheeks are flushed above his beard, I can see his cock straining against the front of his pants. He grins at me savagely and I eat up his blown pupils as his eyes rake over me.

My dress has fallen back down around my hips. I’m not nearly finished with him. I lift it up and part myself, for him to see just how swollen I am for him. “Is that what you wanted, me leaking down my thighs, your stamp of ownership branded into my ass?

He grabs his belt, going for the big buckle, but I knock his hands away.

“Let me. Please.”

He does. I have his belt and jeans undone and his cock out and in my hand in a blink. He’s swollen too, hard and thick and veiny. I want him in my mouth, but I need him inside of me more than I need him down my throat. There’s something about the heat that is radiating up from my sore ass that’s turning me into a banshee. It’s probably the stress too, the lack of sleep, all the pain from loss and the fear of it being repeated. I’m wound so tight, and I can feel myself letting go, tearing that tension off and throwing it away like a ruined garment. I want this high instead.

I shove my dress out of the way again and throw myself into Gray’s lap. He picks me up and carries me to the bed where I can get closer to him. The stupid chair is so plush that we’d sink into it. The bed has a good solid surface where I can set my knees down on either side of Gray’s muscular thighs. He’s so built so huge compared to me that the movement makes the pose ridiculously… open.

I hold onto his cock and slam myself down. I cry out from the brutal burn, now located inside of me. I stretch around him because I’ve given myself no choice. He grasps me and pulls me up, digging his fingers into my fiery ass hard only to slam me down again and again.

“Yes. Oh my god, Gray. Yes. Fuck. Please. More.”

He guides me as he pleases, like a brute, and I arch and writhe for him like his demon consort. I grasp his shoulders, digging my fingers into his leather vest so I can help him slam me up and down on his cock. He throws back his head and gives up directing me and lets me do it myself. I ride his dick like we’re in a horse race and fuck me, I’m going to win . He watches me with unabashed pleasure while I pant and moan and work myself up and down the impossible length of him. He’s splitting me in half and even after all this work, I can still barely take him to the root. He’s enjoying my struggle, but so am I. He enjoys it more when he shoves my bra out of the way under my dress, reaching through the fabric to grab my aching nipples and pinch the hard buds.

“I’m going to come on your thick cock,” I pant out.

Gray growls in response. He fucks me hard and rough and it’s magnificent, watching his muscles work beneath his t-shirt.

He reaches between us and pinches my clit. I come hard, yelling out his name and a bunch of words that the ladylike version of myself wasn’t raised to even have knowledge of. I’m no lady as I break apart and tremble all over him, my legs weak and my whole body shaking. I come and come, soaking his thighs, letting him know how much I adore him, how much I love being fucked like this, how much I’ve missed it. I want it again and again, but Gray needs this too.

“Come inside me, Gray, please.” I lasted for no time at all before I got the birth control shot. I can’t stand not having him inside of me bare, finishing inside of me.

He comes wildly, filling me with his warmth.

We tremble together, lost in the release. When I open my eyes, I find his—and they’re verdant, wise, and burning with love. He holds me tight, letting me press my nose against his neck.

“I love you,” I whisper. “I love you so much.”

“Love you, my queen.” He strokes my hair and down my back, but instead of getting sleepy, my brain starts to race again.

The bass flowing from the lounge echoes softly through our room. The very bones of the whole clubhouse are probably vibrating. I sweep a hand, indicating that the world is still going on out there. And fuck, I just remembered that there’s a man standing guard at our door, probably hearing every sound I made.

Flustered, I set my hand on Gray’s cheek to ground myself. “Raiden didn’t look happy.”

He snorts. “How have I not fucked the worry right out of you yet? Didn’t I punish it out of you, or do you need more?”

I roll my eyes, but the sass has gone out of me. What’s left is just worry and he sees that, deflating with me. He gets serious, the playfulness gone.

“He’s as happy as the rest of us, bottled up under pressure. He volunteered for this, and he’ll see it through. You don’t have to worry about him ever forgetting that he’s a member of Satan’s Angels. The marriage is legal, but it won’t be real.”

My doubts about all of this swirl around us as loud as if I’d shouted them.

“Be patient,” he admonishes gently. “You’ve been strong for so long. Just give me a little more time. We all want to get back to our normal lives. We miss working in the shop and going on runs. This interruption in business isn’t good for anyone.”

Guilt laces its way through me, punching holes that gape wider. Gray’s eyes search my face. I blink back tears. “I’m sorry.”

“My father knows us, but we know him too. He might have a few surprises for us, but that works both ways. He took an oath in front of all of his men and that means something.”

“Or it’s part of a scheme that they already know about.”

“When you think about it, there’s no benefit for an established club to come here and wipe us out. The distance is great, so why bother? It’s personal for him and my guess is that there’s only so far they’ll let him take his revenge plan. Having extra money their club doesn’t have to work for and an ally is great, but moving up here for good? I don’t think any of them would go that far. They have their lives, like we have ours.”

“They don’t really know Zale then.”

Gray hesitates for a minute, then responds. “Maybe not. It’s obvious I didn’t, but I trust in the code of the lawless. Some clubs are pure anarchy, every man for himself, but they don’t last long. The rest of us have a set of principles that we live by, and our word is sacred.”

“There’s so many assumptions.”

“There are, but it won’t be like this much longer. I know it’s hard to trust the peace. It’s uneasy and no one likes it, but it won’t last forever.” He strokes my cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“I’m scared,” I admit. “What parent isn’t? You’re like the parent of this whole club. I know it’s unimaginable for you to think of anything happening to anyone here. My doubts are only worries and most of my worries are for you. I can be strong for you, but that strength comes from my love and I’m always going to worry when I see you not sleeping, wearing yourself thin. You’re everywhere all the time and there’s only one of you.”

We’ve been so careful while he’s been healing, and that’s another reason it was incredible to have this tonight. He takes my face between his palms and presses a rough stamp of a kiss to my lips. I groan at the taste of him, whiskey and smoke.

“Thank you for choosing this life. Thank you for sticking with me even through your worst fears coming true.”

“There’s no one else for me.” I grasp his wrist and press my fingers to his pulse point, thrilled at how strong it thrums under his tanned skin. “There never has been. My worst nightmare is losing you, but I didn’t. I won’t. We’re here and we’ll always give as good as we get. You’re mine and my body and soul are property of James Gray Tyrant Grand.” I stroke up his thick forearms, tracing the veins that stand out, playing over the crisp hairs. “I know we have to go back out there, but just stay here with me for a minute and let me hold you.”

Anything I ask, he’d give me, even if it was impossible, but it speaks loudly to how exhausted he is, that he sweeps his feet up onto the bed, boots and all. He closes his eyes and sighs deeply when I kiss his forehead. I rest mine against his until our breaths come in tandem.

There’s so much more coming for us, a plan I don’t know the details of and can only imagine. There’s a lot of faith in the unknown. Gray’s been tearing himself apart to put us back together. I smooth a hand through his long hair, stealing this moment just for us. All we might have is a single minute, but it’s ours , here in our clubhouse, in the privacy of our own badass biker world. It’s a dangerous, risky, scary, hard living life, but it’s full of more love and beauty than I ever could have known. I used to think Gray was just running a club, carving out a powerful space in the world where money, leather, and loud bikes were the law, but now I realize it’s not about that at all. It’s about brotherhood and family, fighting for the man beside you, and loving impossibly hard.

When it comes to doing all of that, Gray is more than a president. He’s a king.

I don’t have words for the honor of being his queen, so instead, I pour it all into him with my touch, my closeness, my heat, my body, and every beat of my heart.

THE END

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