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“Don’t you drag that little angel into this, mister,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. “You’re lucky that was just water. Do you know how hard it was to salvage those violets after your last midnight raid?”

I wait, staring at my husband’s junior enforcer. Even though the man is older than Hound, he hasn’t been with the club nearly as long, so he doesn’t have the same level of seniority that my husband enjoys. Currently, he is looking more sheepish than I’ve ever seen him. Despite being a quiet, reserved man, Atlas exudes a kind of steady confidence that makes you believe he can do anything without crossing the line into arrogance. In a motorcycle club full of rough, but respectable men, he’s generally regarded as the most trustworthy and reliable. Though that’s probably because he is one of the few bikers in the club who doesn’t gossip like a teen girl with her first phone.

“I really am sorry, Chelsea. The last time the violets were damaged was because I’d brought Rusty out here with me to enjoy some sunshine. I’d gotten lost in my book and wasn’t pay close enough attention. He’s the one who damaged the flowers, but it was my fault,” Atlas says, referring to his chubby ginger cat, the only animal allowed in the clubhouse and the MC’s kind of unofficial mascot.

“I don’t see Rusty anywhere tonight, so what is your excuse this time?” I demand, hands going to my hips.

Atlas gestures to the basket he’d been carrying that now sits at his feet. “I know how upset you were about the damage. So I went to buy you replacements. It took me several days to find a garden center that had any in stock, and I had to go all the way down to Bloomington for them. I only just got back to the city and was hoping to get them planted before morning.”

I’m about to reprimand him for pulling out my healthy, albeit nibbled, plants when a chuckle distracts me. I look around, seeking out my husband where he’s leaning against the small gate, lit by the overhead light and watching us with humor in his expression. And just like that, I forget about the plant killer in front of me.

Bathed in the soft glow, Hound looks like something out of a fairytale. The yellow light highlights the sharp angles of his jaw and cheekbones. The moonlight glimmers in those deep-set eyes; a beautiful shade of gray, they sparkle with warmth as they watch me.

I blame it on the moon or the moment, but there’s something captivating—spellbinding—about him tonight. I always feel this overwhelming emotion whenever Hound is close, but tonight it feels amplified. The need to climb the man like a tree takes root in me. Maybe it has nothing to do with the moon and everything to do with the fact that Hound has been away on business for four miserable days.

“Sweetheart, I see you caught your vandal,” he muses, his voice deep, rich, and warm.

“Looks like it,” I say, pushing away from the garden as I approach him. Atlas and his flower thieving cat all but forgottenas I brush past him to get to my husband. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to know I need to tell Saint we have a talented new interrogator… Oh!” He laughs when I fling myself at him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and burying my face in his neck. “Well, I missed you too, kitten.”

“You said you’d be gone for just two days,” I mumble into his skin, inhaling his scent like a woman deprived of oxygen.

His arms tighten around me. “I’m sorry. The mark was clever this time and kept evading me. I had to track him across the state.” I push back to look at him, and for the first time, see the fatigue in his eyes. “I’m here now.”

“Good,” I say, kissing his jaw. “Let’s head inside and…”

My voice trails off when I catch the dark, heated glint in his eyes. All too familiar with his moods now, I know what it means. My body can’t help but react as it always does when he gets this way. With those dangerous eyes trained on me, I feel my sex pulse and grow slick with arousal. Mortified, I look around to the spot where I left Atlas, but he’s gone along with his basket of butchered flowers.

“He left,” Hound says, drawing my attention back to him with a kiss to my neck. “Probably terrified of what you might do to him.”

“Oh, you can bet I’ll have him out here first thing in the morning repairing my flowerbeds and planting all of those violets,” I say, losing my train of thought and gasping when the hand on my waist drops to my ass. “But that’s tomorrow’s problem. Let’s go inside for a proper reunion.”

“Hmm, we could do that,” he concedes, dropping his mouth to my neck, and I have to bite hard on my lip to stopa whimper when he kisses the sensitive skin. His hand slides under the dress I have on, and I swallow a moan when his finger traces the line of my panties, teasing my sex over the seam. “Or you could let me fuck you here in your favorite place. Your pick.”

“Oh!”

My eyes shoot over his shoulder to the dark door that leads back into the clubhouse. Although unlikely, someone could come out to smoke or something. Or Atlas could return with the violets and walk out to find my husband balls deep inside of me.

“Damn, you’re impatient,” I tease despite my own sex throbbing fiercely. Four days without my husband. Phone sex doesn’t compare to the real thing, and Lord above, I want to feel him inside of me after being apart for so long.

Hound's mouth moves up to my ear, kissing me as he leans in. “You’re going to be real quiet while I take you.” His hand is already tugging my panties to the side, and I gasp when he slips his middle finger into my sex. I bury my face in his shoulder and bite hard to muffle a sob. “I’m going to fuck you where we stand, fill you with my cock, and rut you like an animal. Then I’m going to fill you with my cum, and you’re going to take every drop without making a sound. When we’re done, I’ll carry you up to our place and do it all over again.”

“Oh God, Hound… We shouldn’t…” I start, but my hands are already dropping to his belt and unfastening it. “What if someone walks out and sees us?”

“I’m not stopping. So don’t make a sound and alert anyone to our presence,” he says before fastening his mouth over mine. We lick into each other’s lips hungrily, and for the moment, it’s just the two of us in the world. His free hand drops to my tits, squeezing them needily as he fingers me. I whimper into the kiss as I tug desperately at his zipper and nearly tear it off in myurgency. I reach in to fist his hard cock, jerking his thick shaft in my hand, using his precum to slick the move. “Fuck, kitten, just like that!” he breathes into the kiss, groaning when my thumb brushes over his crown. “Need to be inside you now! With a growl, he pulls out his finger and grabs my right thigh, hiking it to his hip as he aligns himself with my pulsing sex. “Take my cock inside of you.”

I whimper as he slides slowly into me. “So big,” I moan. Two years later, and the size of his girth still shocks me as much as it brings me pleasure.

“Missed you,” he grunts into my ear as he starts pumping into me, his hand clutching my thigh firmly as he takes me. Hound pushes me up against the small gate, and it creaks as he pounds his cock into me, his thrusts brutal and a testament to the need that’s been building up for days. I surrender to his touch, seeking pleasure and offering it in turn. “Mine. Going to fill this pussy, plant a baby inside of you.”

My heart stutters at his words. “I’m off the pill.”

Hound makes a hoarse sound, and I feel his cock swell, stretching my walls as he thickens inside of me. “Fuck,” he growls, pounding into me like a mad man and robbing me of words. My mind fogs, and I lose track of time and place. He’s all I can see and feel.

He’s all I want.

A family. Kids and a home with a small garden. Not unlike the one I was raised in. I want all that and more with this man. Hound and I have been talking about moving out to our own place and growing our family, but we’ve grown attached to the community at the clubhouse. Now, I feel we’re finally ready to make the move.

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