Page 59 of Amy's Santa

He barks a laugh. “Fuck, yeah. Hawk’s gone and knocked up Olivia.”

“Oh, that’s great.” I’m really happy for Eli and his old lady.

He chuckles. “Tell that to Wraith and Drummer. They’re horrified at the thought of being grandparents. Wraith even marched into the clubroom armed with a shotgun. Well, you can imagine what Drum thought when he saw him threatening his son. Thought there was going to be a throwdown right there and then until they came to their senses and realised they were on the same side. Hound took the shotgun away from Wraith, just in case. Fuck, everyone was doubled up laughing. Two F.O.Gs circling each other with their fists up.”

I can actually imagine that, and the picture in my head makes me giggle. “F.O.Gs?”

“In the services a green recruit is called a Fuckin’ New Guy, or F.N.G. So,” he waggles his hand, “Fuckin’ Old Guys seems to fit. They’re like a bunch of unruly kids at times.”

Even at Christmas I’d seen he was right. Drummer, Wraith, Peg, and Blade have had their responsibilities taken away, on their own account, as no one forced them out. But lightening their load means there’s more time for their mischief.

“They give me fuckin’ hell.” He’s shaking his head, as if there’s something in particular he’s recalling.

“Are you going to tell me what just went through your head?”

“Club business.”

He turns and sees me raising an eyebrow, and grins.

“Anyway, Wraith got his way. Olivia and Eli are planning a wedding in just a few weeks.”

“I’ll have to ask Olivia for tips.”

His head spins in my direction, and his hand reaches over to clutch mine. “Yeah?” He clears his throat and repeats firmly, “Yeah?”

“It was your idea,” I remind him. “You said I had to be ready to plan a wedding when I moved back.”

“Too fuckin’ right.”

He’s beaming from ear to ear.

Chapter Seventeen

Wizard

Until Amy was sat next to me, her belongings piled up behind her, and we were heading to Tucson, I’d found it was hard to believe this day would arrive when I’d be taking her home for good.

She’d been right to insist on giving us this month, not just so she could wrap up her old life in an orderly fashion, but it had also allowed me to fortify my impulsive decision in my head. But each day we were apart, I only wanted her more. I hadn’t been wrong in anything I’d said. She’s the only woman I have ever wanted.

I’m in an MC, I lived at the compound since I was fifteen. I wasn’t quite seventeen when I lost my virginity to a sweet butt. The influences in my life showed there was nothing wrong in sleeping around, as long as both partners had the same expectation. The sweet butts, well they knew the score, but I made sure to be careful with the occasional women I had in town, moving on when they started talking about kids or a future. As far as I know, I may have caused regret but no hurt. None of them had tempted me to stay around longer, and I hadn’t seen myself committing to them.

Amy? Well, I suppose it’s a story of a friendship changing to be something more. Had I fucked up when I’d so blatantly pushed her away from me? Many times I’ve regretted it over the years, but not enough to rectify it. I was married to my club, had no room for anything else until I’d reached the position I have. I’d have been unable to give her all of me if I’d gone to her sooner.

Not that the club means anything less to me now, but rather than thinking an old lady would distract me, now that I’m the prez, I know I need her to balance me. It’s fucking hard being president of the Satan’s Devils MC, and I know I’d give it my soul if nothing stopped me. Amy will remind me I’m a man at the times when I forget, and not just prez. The fact that we’re more than compatible in bed is only the icing on the cake. I grin to myself as I think of the handcuffs I’ve bought for her especially, and will use when she’s in the right headspace. My dick twitches as I imagine the woman beside me tied to my bed.

I adjust myself slightly and try to concentrate on driving, but thoughts keep invading my head as she seems happy to watch the passing scenery.

She’s perfect, I adored her as a kid in her pigtails, admired her when she was in her teens. I was fucking terrified of her when she developed a crush on me, which was why I’d played my part in making her leave. I’ve missed her, all these years. Missed her easy company and simply knowing she was around.

I hate how it happened, that such dire events brought us together. But have to admit it was seeing her with Xander and realising I risked losing her to another man that made me pull my head out of my ass. It was her I wanted and needed by my side.

Now I’m bringing her home for good. Christ, I’m the luckiest motherfucker alive.

“Any news on Flint? Have you been looking for him?”

I’m still holding her hand, I squeeze it tighter. “You don’t need to worry about him anymore.”

“I know. Even if he knows where I’ve gone, he wouldn’t be able to get on the compound. I’ll be safe there.”

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