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CLETUS/CUPCAKE
Pulling my truck into the empty spot outside the garage at Lucy’s small house, I take a minute to think before I go in. After talking to her at the clubhouse and getting the unexpected support of my prez and VP’s ol’ ladies, she went back to work cleaning the clubhouse, and I got called out by Chains to make a run to the Grimm Wolves’ apartment complex to fix a clogged toilet. Yeah, that as a ton of fun… not. The little brat not only took a massive shit but used about half a roll of toilet paper. His momma was too busy on the phone so didn’t realize there was a problem ’til the water was spilling over. Hence me getting a callout.
It’s taken forever, but I think finally Chains is starting to accept me. I mean, he hasn’t called me that “stupid motherfuckin’ sneaky asshole” in I can’t remember how long. And he’s not threatened to put me to ground in at least a month. I get why he was so upset. I put shit into motion that threatened people he cared about. I have been working for months and months to fix everything I’ve done. That’s why I’m putting everything I can remember into my notebook. Also I’m backing it up on a USB drive to make sure if something happens and that brotherhood gets my notebook. Fuck, I’m struggling with involving both Lucy and Atlas in my shit, but damn, she’s the first woman who actually sees me. She doesn’t see my fuckups and treats me like a person. And Atlas, my God, he’s a wonder. Everything I’ve fucked up with lil’ Teddy, I’m surprised that the powers to be would put another kid in my life. Maybe this is my punishment, who the hell knows.
Hearing the front door close, I look to the right and see Lucy standing under the porch light. My God, she takes my breath away. And what a woman she is: a mom, student, and working two jobs. I don’t care she works at the Grimm Wolves strip club; everyone has to do what they have to do. Lucy is in the process of trying to quit that job but until she’s done with school, she basically needs the money to support Atlas and herself. Not sure how Brick and Fury figured it out, but they were the ones who offered her the cleaning job at the clubhouse. That allowed her to cut her hours at the strip club and spend more time with Atlas.
At the same time both Brick and Fury sat me down and had a long talk with me about treating the woman in my life with respect and dignity. That is what got me working on the notebook. I had to find a way to make it up to Raquel. I owe both motorcycle clubs in Montana for my life. They actually saved me from blowing up into tiny little pieces. They’re all better people than I was back then. And probably even now, if I give it any thought. I’m a work in progress, for fuck’s sake.
I open my truck door, get out, and head to the front of the house. Lucy doesn’t move, just waits for me to get to her. Then she wraps me up in her arms, not saying a word. Then she drops a bomb on me.
“Cupcake, need to tell you something but don’t want to piss you off. So just gonna say it out here, don’t want Atlas to see you upset. I got a call a few hours ago when I got home. It was from Taz/Raquel. Yeah, your ex reached out. No, don’t, listen to me, Cletus. She wasn’t a bitch or anything. In fact, she was way nicer than I think I would have been. We talked for about thirty minutes. I actually kind of liked her. Bottom line is, she’s interested in the notebook. Wants to know if we could send it to her club. They need all the help bringing down what are they called… the Thunder Cloud Knuckle Brotherhood, right? She said so much more shit has gone down so if you’re willing to help, the Devil’s Handmaidens would be grateful. That’s how she left it.”
Fuck, just like Raquel to be the bigger and better person. I bet she meditated before putting that call out to Lucy. Her and her rocks. I pull Lucy close to me, breathing in her smell of vanilla and, not sure, something like sugar and flowers. It always relaxes me and it does it again. Before I can reply, the door flies open and Atlas is looking at the two of us.
“Oh man, not again you two. Come on, I’m starving and you’re late, Slick. Mom made my favorite tonight, chicken and dumplings. So let’s get moving so we can eat. I got homework to do before I can jump on with my gaming bros for my allowed thirty minutes before my shower and bed.”
With that he turns and walks into the house, looking over his shoulder, giving us the stink eye. Damn, at times he reminds me so much of Teddy, then at other times he’s like a miniature lil’ man growing up so goddamn fast. Well, guess we are eating ’cause the kid is starving.
After dinner, cleanup, and checking Atlas’s homework, he played his game then gets ready for bed. Lucy is at the dining room table studying so I head out back, lighting the firepit and taking a seat so I can clear my mind. Every night I do the same thing before I put my thoughts into the notebook. Figure the more I remember the better it will be able to help everyone involved.
Not sure how long I sit there under the stars, writing each and every thought that comes to my mind. So involved in my own thoughts, I jump almost out of my seat when two hands start massaging my shoulders. Feeling her soft lips on my neck, I lean into her because she feels so good. Closing my notebook, I raise my hands, putting them on top of hers on my shoulders, squeezing them lightly.
“You almost done, Cupcake? Gonna head up to bed, wondering if I could interest you into some rolling around in the sheets.”
I can’t help it, I felt it build then it comes out a belly laugh. Damn this woman, not sure how or why but if I can help it, never letting her go. She’s my salvation and I’m not a fool. Standing up, I move around the chair and grab Lucy, pulling her to me. Lining our bodies up so we are pressed together, I shift so she can see I’m definitely on board as my thick hard cock presses into her soft body. A giggle escapes her lips, then hand in hand we walk back into the house. She heads to the bedroom while I lock up, turning lights off.
When I walk into the bedroom, my mouth waters with what my eyes fall upon. Lucy is lounging on the bed, totally naked, fingers moving through her pussy lips. As much as I want to walk over and devour her, I walk to the closet and open the safe, putting the notebook in and locking it up. Not taking any chances.
I know Lucy is watching because my body is warming up under her glance. As I move toward the bed, I’m removing my prospect kutte, then my T-shirt, and finally opening my belt and dropping my jeans and boxer briefs. Reaching down, I give my cock a few jerks then hold tight at the base to stop myself from losing it before we even begin. Lucy affects me in that way. As I enter the bed, she reaches up, wrapping me up in the softness of her body.
My hands and mouth move up and down her delectable body. Her smell excites me and as she starts moaning it hits me, this first one is gonna be a quick one. I make sure Lucy gets off at least twice before I plunge into her warmth and lose myself. I’ve never felt like this before, and I’ll be damned if anyone takes this away from me. I’ll fight anyone who tries. Even all those bikers in Montana.
CHAPTER 4
CASHMERE
LUCY
Not sure what wakes me up but I open my eyes to see the room appears to still be dark, though I have the light-filtering drapes closed so it could be sunny and bright outside. Turning, I see that the other side of the bed is empty. I reach over and touch the pillow. It’s cool on my hands so that means my Cupcake has been up for a while.
I swing my legs off the bed and feel that good kind of sore between my legs. Not sure about what he did in his past but, for me, I have no complaints. He always puts both my son and me first, no matter what. And sometimes I can tell he’s weighing things out before he just jumps in or gives his opinion. He’s trying to make sure his past doesn’t repeat itself with the two of us.
One night, after he went out on a callout, he got back here late and I could tell he’d had a few. One of the other prospects dropped him off. He didn’t mean to wake me up, but once I was, he started talking and to my utter surprise, told me stuff about his past. He included how a bunch of the Thunder CcloudKnuckle Brotherhood and him beat the shit out of his ex, Raquel. At first I was so shocked then jumped right to wanting to kick his ass out and never see his loser face again, but he begged me to listen. Even though I did, it was hard because I promised myself I’d never end up with another man who would lay his hands on a woman. Clet promised me that night he would never put his hands on me, but if he ever did I needed to go to Chains and tell him what happened and where he was. When I asked why, he explained that Chains would put him six feet under for putting hands on a woman. Not sure how, but I knew that night something or someone had changed how he was gonna approach life.
From that moment on, my Cupcake told me everything that was going on in his life and his part of the club. Like I was his ol’ lady, even though I wasn’t. He said this time around he didn’t want to have any secrets. And I believe him. So Atlas, Cletus, and I started spending a lot of time together. Since Atlas never knew his own dad, it’s amazing to watch the two of them together. Both starving for love in different ways, they are close as thieves.
With that thought I go to the bathroom, pee, brush my teeth, and run my fingers through my hair. Then I make my way down the hallway to the hush of voices in the kitchen. When I get to the doorway, I stop short. Both of my boys are fixing a tray, which I’m guessing is for me to have breakfast in bed. Quickly and ever so quietly, I step back and swiftly make my way back to my bedroom and bed. I’ve just flung the comforter over myself when the door swings open. Through slitted eyes I can see Atlas coming toward me.
“Mom. Hey, Mom, wake up. Surprise!!!”
I slowly open my eyes and stretch. My kid buys it but not my Cupcake. He looks at me with a smirk on his face. Damn, that look right there gets me wet and I don’t know why. He’s not a bad-looking man, but he’s not smokin’ hot either. Maybe that’s why this is working because we are equal in that department. I don’t think I’m butt ugly but not getting any calls to be on the cover of People magazine either.
Atlas pulls my pillows up and out, fluffing them and then putting them behind my back so I’m sitting comfortably. Clet places the tray over my legs, making sure my coffee and juice don’t land in my lap. My son reaches over, grabbing the napkin—a linen one, not sure where that came from—and carefully placing it on my lap. Well, la-di-da.
“What’s the occasion, boys? Not my birthday or Mother’s Day, so who did what or how much do you need?”
