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Of course, he’d denied himself too, because it wasn’t fair for him to jack off in the shower if Vivi wasn’t getting anything. He was re-thinking that decision as his wife tugged his T-shirt off her. The lamplight shone on her creamy skin. Her breasts had been a perfect handful, but with her nursing Bailey, they were lush and full.

He reached a finger out, touching her lips until she opened and sucked his finger inside. He pulled it out and trailed it down her chest, circling her nipples. Enjoying the sight of them peaking and hardening.

“Whiskey, I don’t think I can wait. I want you too much.”

Whiskey claimed her lips. Each time he kissed her had him fighting to not get swept away in the feelings. The love he felt for this woman was all-encompassing. He only hoped she realized how much.

He pulled away and nipped, caressed, and kissed his way down her chest. Vivi had already laid the ground rules that she’d prefer not to have milk running down her chest while they made love. He paid them attention but kept his mouth away for now.

Vivi trembled as Whiskey parted her thighs and trailed his lips across her mound. Each touch and caress by Whiskey had her falling more. His warm breath trailed across her heated flesh, and she held her breath, waiting for the first touch of his lips on her there.

She’d imagined it so many times, but her imagination didn’t do it justice. The first caress of his lips and tongue had her shuddering. How could this man be everything she’d dreamed of?

“Vivi, baby, relax and let yourself go. I’m going to devour my baby’s pussy.”

Between Whiskey’s lips, his beard, and his tongue showing her exactly how he felt, she couldn’t hold back. Wave after wave of satisfaction crashed over her, leaving her reeling.

When she opened her eyes, Whiskey crawled up her body, and she felt her need rise again. He reached over and ripped a packet, sliding a condom on, staring into her eyes while he protected her.

They’d talked about wanting more kids, but not until Bailey was older. Whiskey said he’d gladly wear a condom, if needed, if she’d rather not take the pill. It was just one more way of her man taking care of her.

His hand slid behind her neck and into her hair as he tugged her lips to his and notched his cock at her entrance.

“Wrap your legs around me, baby, and keep your eyes on mine. I want to watch your eyes as we become one.”

How did Whiskey know exactly what to say to have her already needing him again? She gazed into his eyes as he breeched her entrance, then rocked to relax her muscles. He seemed to know what she needed because then he pressed in, impaling her slowly until they were one.

“You ready?”

Whiskey’s voice was husky. His face showed the strain of waiting on her. At her nod, he smiled, kissed her and then he started a rhythm with his hips that had him hammering her pussy until she couldn’t stop the cascade that had her whisper-yelling his name. Whiskey followed her over, breathing heavily.

He smiled at her. “I love you, Vivi,” he said softly as a cry sounded from the crib.

He kissed her lips. “Let me take care of this condom, and then I’ll get her.”

Whiskey looked as reluctant as she felt as he got up, but their kids would always come first. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears, then let them go.

She’d been so lost, not knowing if she’d ever find anyone to love her and her children. A crash on a country highway and a biker coming to her rescue had given her everything she could have ever wanted.

Whiskey had Bailey in his arms, singing to her and swaying while he tried to get her to go back to sleep. If she had to endure the terror of her ex-husband to be put on the road to her life here, then she’d say yes every time.

Chapter Thirteen

Whiskey glanced around the bar one last time. It had been eight weeks since Bailey’s birth. Once all the upgrades had been made to the bar, Vivi had pushed for them to move back home. Although she’d loved being around the women of Bluff Creek and having Ezra able to play with the kids, she wanted to be at home.

He felt like his heart would outgrow his chest when she’d called the bar home. He hoped today’s meeting would shed some light on how he was going to continue to keep his family safe. Having Ezra watched twenty-four/seven wasn’t conducive to Ezra making friends. Three weeks ago, after Vivi’s ex-father-in-law and his son had been arrested for human trafficking and tax evasion, they had disappeared after being released on bail.

Scoop and Sarah had researched and found out why the two were after Vivi and Ezra. Vivi’s ex-husband was actually the registered owner of the companies. His brother and dad held no ownership. His will named Ezra as his sole heir. The only way for them to control the companies was to either have control of Ezra or make him disappear.

Whiskey wasn’t letting anything happen to his son, and Ezra was his son, just like Bailey was his daughter. His family was going to stay safe, and his children were going to grow up in a loving household. Whiskey was looking forward to taking Ezra to school on his motorcycle or walking him there. Thank goodness Vivi had arrived at the first of summer, and they hadn’t needed to worry about it yet.

Today’s meeting between his family, the Bluff Creek Brotherhood MC and the Saint’s Outlaws MC was so they could get a plan together going forward. Whiskey smiled at fate putting Vivi in his path.

They’d found out that Vivi’s rescuer Justice was the VP of the Saint’s Outlaws MC based out of Kansas City. He and Remington had worked together before. His MC had helped numerous women escape abusive situations over the years. He’d been sending Vivi to get help at Remington’s secret charity, Kathryn’s Wings.

Now, Justice along with his Pres. Pit and other members of their MC were coming to help. Their MC was listed as a 1% MC, but Remington had assured Whiskey that although they may function outside the law, she trusted them.

Lost in thought, Whiskey missed when Vivi walked up behind him until her arms slid around his middle.

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