“Belle,” I say, and he nods in confirmation, and it clicks for me. “Your mom doesn’t like her,” I remind him, and he smirks darkly as Knuckles confirms, “And that is why you’ve decided to justcontinue with the secrecy, being busy helps avoid all the drama your mom will cause.”
“Bingo,” he says darkly, “Mom will try everything to split us up because Nova has been in her ear about my girl and, brothers, if I came down to it…”
He lets his words hang in the silence, and we both understand instantly.
His mom or Belle, he’ll choose Belle.
I nod in understanding as his phone rings, and he growls before he sighs, and Knuckles mutters, “Fucks sake, how did we miss this?” and I just shrug because I have no idea, though to be fair, we’ve all had shit going on.
He’s closed off but won’t explain why, and me, well, I’ve been working on the shit from the past to try and help me build a relationship with my wife.
And if that isn’t fucked up, I don’t know what is.
“Hey, shorty,” Crash murmurs softly, and I smile at the softness that overtakes his face and want digs deep down in my chest, and I swallow hard.
I want my wife. I want her love. I just have to convince her to be patient with me first.
Yeah, because that sounds like a good plan after six years of pushing her away.
***
“Hi, Daddy!” Willow shouts as I walk through the front door an hour later, and I grin as I see my shocked, beautiful wife gently braiding our daughter's hair. What has my heart racing is the fact that she’s stolen one of my shirts, clearly believing I wouldn’t be home tonight.
Does she always steal them?
Fuck that thought has me swallowing my tongue as I eye her and what a sight my wife is.
Clark's hair is up in a messy bun, her face free of makeup, her freckles clear as day, freckles that I fucking love, and her legs are bare.
Yes, my cock stands to attention, but with my daughter in front of her mama, I try to squash the need for my wife.
Six years without pussy – her pussy – it’s a long fucking time and I know when I have her again, I won’t last five minutes.
“You’re back…” Clark stutters as she pauses what she’s doing, and I half smile at her.
“Where else would I be, buttercup? This is our home,” I say softly, and she gasps lightly in shock.
After spending an hour calming Crash down with the help of Belle, Knuckles told Crash about his run-in with his mom and needing to fight. He then explained how I was the perfect candidate because I wanted my wife, his sister.
He was quiet for a moment and when I thought he was going to snap at me to stay away from his sister even though we’re married, he instead told me to integrate myself into her everyday life. He encouraged me to win her over until she’s ready to hear me out, to hear the real reason why I’ve always been closed off to relationships. It wasn’t because I wanted to focus on my career and my club… it’s so much more than that.
“I’m going to head for a shower and then we can order takeout tonight,” I say to my still shocked wife and her eyes widen further but she nods slightly as I blow a kiss to my daughter who giggles. I can’t help but smile at the sound and walk to the stairs before I pause a second and lock eyes with Clark’s beautiful dark green ones.
“Were you aware of Belle and Crash?” I ask with a raised brow, and this time her mouth drops open.
“He’s finally told the club?” she asks with anticipation, but disappointment shows when I shake my head and she sighs.
“Your mom tried taking his house key for Nova, and he lost it. He needed to vent, but mentioned that you don’t know that he knows that you know…” I say and she frowns.
“That was really confusing,” she mumbles, and I chuckle.
“Tell me about it. Belle calmed him down, and Knuckles and I have been sworn to secrecy,” I admit, and she sighs.
“He’s keeping them secret because of Mom now, isn’t he? He’s scared she’ll go after Belle?” she confirms, and hating the sad look on her beautiful face, I walk over to her and plant a soft kiss on her forehead, making her tense and freeze.
I inhale the vanilla scent she has on today and I murmur, “We’ll help them, buttercup, we’ll support them and they’ll be alright, I promise,” and I kiss her head again before kissing Willow’s. Without looking at her shocked face I walk to the stairs, fucking hoping I can win her heart over, hoping I can keep her forever because over the years, I used every excuse in the book to push myself away from her and I fucking regret it.
“You raped her!”
