Page 164 of 12 Months of Mayhem

“Need your words, Sugar, ya know better. Maybe you’re lookin’ for a punishment?”

“No, no, Mike, and yes, I’m wet. Hurry up, take your clothes off too. We never know when one or all three of the kids will wake up.”

Damn straight, she’s right. I immediately open my jeans, pushing them down with my boxer briefs until they hit my boots. Fuck, forgot I still had them on. Bending, I get my boots off then my jeans and briefs. Reaching behind my head, I pull my T-shirt off after carefully putting my kutte on the sectional. Looking down at my woman, she’s licking those full as fuck lips, eyes travelin’ up and down my body, so I grab my cock and give it a few jerks, feeling some wet hit my hand. Damn, I’m more than ready. Reaching down, I put a finger at Emmie’s core and instantly feel her heat, along with how wet she is. Yeah, as usual, we are on the same page. I push her down, helping her with her legs, then cover that fantastic body of hers. Very gently I nibble her bottom lip, then kiss her with all the emotion I feel for her. My days of a fast hard fuck are over. This woman beneath me owns me, and I’ll always treat her with the utmost respect. It’s taken us a long time to get to this point, and it’s more than a roll in the hay. As I feel her hands stray down to my ass, pulling me closer, I line myself up and thrust in. All I feel is pure Heaven. Goddamn, every single time it’s the same feeling when I first enter Emmie. As we move as one, I thank my lucky stars for that day we met at the post office so many years ago.

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Pushing my Sugar’s hair off her face, I watch her eyes open slowly, looking beyond satisfied. She reaches a hand up and cups my cheek.

“Love you, Mike. Guess I needed that, you know, stress reliever and all.”

She grins up at me, and I get it, that’s her way to let me know I read her right. She’s taken on so much for our family dinner that she sometimes forgets to take care of herself. And let’s not forget she’s got three kiddos to take care of too. As we get comfortable spooning together, I almost fall asleep when I hear the oven timer going off. Emmie tries to push away, and I just tighten my grip.

“Sugar, are they done or do they need checkin’? I’ll do it, ya relax. Just tell me which I’m doing.”

“Awe, thanks, honey, you’ve worn me out. First, push on the top to see if the crust is firm and flaky. If so, just take them out and put them on the top of the island. Grab the last three in the refrigerator and place them in, setting the timer for forty-five minutes, and we’ll check them, might need to go a bit longer. Could you bring me a water on your way back, please?”

I kiss her nose, pull the throw down over her, and go to grab the pies. Well, damn, there are already four pies on the island. I’m putting on four more and then putting three more in the oven. Holy shit, how many people are coming to dinner? I think to myself. Once done, I grab two waters from our beverage fridge and head back to the great room to find my ol’ lady passed the fuck out. Putting her water on the table, I keep mine and walk upstairs to the kiddos’ room. They are still small so we keep them all together. Looking in, they are all out, just like their momma. Hazel is curled in a tiny ball, hands under her cheek. So cute. Will is stretched across the bed on an angle and he threw his covers off, so I replace them putting them over his tiny butt. George, somehow, has turned upside down and now has his head where his feet go. Not wanting to disturb him, I leave him be. Opening and taking a gulp of my water, I see all that woman downstairs has given to me since she walked into my life. All the struggles when we were a true one-percent motorcycle club, when Chains was kidnapped and tortured. Not to mention when Bullet was beaten close to death, and Dingo and Celee were running for their lives from the mob. And all the little bullshit and the secrets that have come out over the last couple of years. My God, finding Beast’s mom, Odina, and the shape she was in. Never thought she’d pull through, and to have that woman fall in love with the orneriest brother in the club, Bad Dog. It’s been a whirlwind and I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing.

Now we are following a different path, or at least trying to. We have all of our rentals, the strip club—which employs our sweet butts—and a few other business ventures that are helping us. We’ve also hooked up with two clubs out in Montana, giving them a hand. The one club, the Devil’s Handmaidens, is an all-female club whose mission is to try and stop human trafficking. We help out when we can and Tink, the president, has been very open with me as far as continuing as a club who lives and rides free, but tries to do that within the boundaries of the law. None of us are gettin’ any younger, and no one wants to have to serve yet another jail term. Making my way back downstairs, I see Emmie sitting up, drinking down her water.

“They okay, honey? Sorry, didn’t mean to fall asleep, just so exhausted. Are the pies in? If so, I might run up and take a quick shower, if you don’t mind.”

I help her up, telling her to take her time. Then I plop back down on the sectional, flipping the television on so I can try and catch the news, which I hate to watch but need to stay on top of shit too. I’m actually gettin’ a bit excited for the big day. Between the smells of all the food and walkin’ into the clubhouse, seeing how terrific it all looks. Yeah, went a bit overboard with paintin’, buying new furniture and shit, but it’s worth it every time one of the women walks in, stops in the doorway, and smiles hugely. Yeah, totally worth it. As I lean my head back, that’s one of my last thoughts before my eyes close, and I’m drifting in between that world of being totally awake and in dreamland.

CHAPTER SIX

STITCH-Former Nomad now Brother

My head has been killing me for the last two days, and I can’t hide it from Grace any longer as I’m on my knees, pukin’ my goddamn guts out. She’s got a cool cloth on my neck and using another to wipe my forehead. It’s times like this I hate my special gifts, since I have no control over them and can’t stop the headache. Just have to wait it out. I know the pain in my skull is from hearing all the women’s thoughts constantly running through my head. Over the years, it’s gotten so bad that when someone I love is having issues or problems, my head lets me know with the intense pain shooting around in there.

Today, well, later today is Thanksgiving and I’m glad it’s here. Growing up with two maniacs as parents, the powers above rewarded me and my siblings with special powers or abilities, whatever you want to call them. I have the innate skill of being able to read one’s thoughts and emotions. It’s come to some good within our club, though not sure the brothers get it still to this day. In the beginning, I freaked the fuck outta them, that’s why I decided to go nomad. But once I met Grace and Damien, all bets were off, and I told Brick I wanted to stay close without even knowing the extent of trouble coming our way. It got even more complicated when Grace and I realized Damien had similar skills to mine. At first she wanted to ignore them, but we couldn’t ‘cause her ex had them also and was bullying poor Damien. So much has happened over the years and now we are also blessed with Joey. Sitting on the screen porch of my—no—our cabin, my mouth drops when I see a familiar deer with twin fawns following her. I get déjà vu instantly. Many years before, I was sitting right here when that exact deer made her presence known and spoke to me. Well, in my mind she did. Over the years she’s come and gone but never has she made me aware of her company like today. The two fawns are running around so I watch as she walks into the open area of the yard, away from the trees.

“Francis, it’s been a long time. How are you, my friend?”

“Fine, and you? Looks like you’re busy yourself.”

As our minds speak, I finally get what Emmie’s doing. This isn’t a Kumbaya moment like the brothers keep calling it. She wants us all to realize how very lucky we all are in our lives personally, and as part of the Grimm Wolves.

“Yes, Francis, you are right. Emmie’s intentions are pure, as always. Don’t let the young ones ruin it for her because she’s still fragile at times. I wanted to take a second to tell you how thankful I am for you. Over the years you’ve let me come here and have made it safe also. The two sheds you’ve put up I’m thankful for, as I am for the salt blocks also. Enjoy your day, my friend. Time for us to go.”

She makes a soft noise and the fawns run to her, and they immediately disappear within the woods behind the cabin. It’s not any more than two or three minutes later off to the one side I see an orange vest and feel my temper rising. Motherfuckin’ hunters on Thanksgiving, no way are they gonna kill my deer and her family. I storm out of the screen porch, bellowing at the two hunters. When they turn, I immediately stop. My God, they’re starving. I put my hands up as I hear the screen door slam behind me.

“Morning, friends. Can I help ya?”

The older of the two, probably the father, looks to where my deer took off then at me, his shoulders slumping down.

“No, we thought we had the trail of a deer and her two fawns, but looks like we didn’t. Sorry to bother ya, mister.”

Feeling my ol’ lady next to me, I look down to see that look on her face. Oh, here we go, the nurse practitioner in her is gonna come out. I move closer to the two men, hands still out, Grace following.

“Havin’ some tough times? No, not judging, swear to Christ. We’re gettin’ ready to have some breakfast, would ya like to join us? It’s warm in the cabin.”

“Sure would, but left my missus and two daughters back at the campsite. Wouldn’t be right to get warm and eat with them out in the elements. Thank you though.”

As they go to turn, Grace steps in front of me, catching their eyes.

“Why don’t you go and bring them back with you? Please, I’d love for y’all to enjoy a good breakfast. And to add to that, the club my ol’ man belongs to is putting on a huge feast for Thanksgiving, and I’d like to invite all of you.”

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