Hear, hear indeed.
Now to find my little goddess and make her fully mine, forever.
* * *
Mia
“Do you feel like she can finally rest now that you know the truth?” Brinley asks, running a hand over her ever-growing belly. I’ve always liked her. Her eyes are so kind, and she’s softened Wolfe in a way no one ever thought possible.
“The way she died,” I say, “I don’t think she’ll ever rest easy. But knowing the monster who killed her is dead is satisfying. I only wish he could have suffered longer.”
“You know, I try not to think about it much, because it was honestly horrifying…but I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and saw what your brother did to Gator. I couldn’t look away.” Her blue eyes have gone somewhere else entirely. “I think the state Gator was in when he died would also have given you satisfaction.”
“I’m not gonna ask why you were there, but it does make me happy to know he suffered.” I feel the tears beginning to surface. “Because my sister did.”
Brinley offers me a soft smile and places her hand over mine. “This life can be terrible. The things I’ve seen in my shorttime…would horrify most people. It takes a strong, special kind of woman to weather it.”
I nod and sniff back my tears.
“She’s not suffering now,” Brinley says. “Your grief will never go away, but I truly believe she’s watching over you. You and Mason have each other. Not to mention, we’re all here for you. And he’ll be there for you too.” She nods to the door of the Hounds chapel, where Aiden is currently exiting. “Something about those big, protective men with that hint of bad… They’re impossible to escape, am I right?”
I smile back at her then turn to look at Aiden. Those steely blue eyes pierce mine from the other side of the room, and my stomach somersaults.
I speak without taking my eyes off him. “Something about them, for sure.”
* * *
Aiden
“If you think you’re uncomfortable now, wait until you feel the rumble of my bike pressed against that tight little ass.” I bend down and kiss Mia before clipping her helmet to her head.
The party inside the clubhouse had started with a huge barbecue, when I had Mia say goodbye to Gabriel’s very pregnant ol’ lady, Brinley, and her friend Layla. I told my men to have fun and behave, but that Mia and I wouldn’t be back.
Because I had a gift for her earlier today, and with the largest-size plug in her ass now, she’s gonna be a gift for me when we get home. I’ve been prepping her over the last two days, fucking her every chance I get with the little jewel-tippedplug buried deep inside her. Making her crave more, training her body to take me in the last virgin hole she has.
“You’re doing this to torture me, aren’t you?” she asks.
“Sure fucking am,” I answer honestly, kissing her once more, and reaching my hands around to grip her ass tight through her jean shorts.
She whimpers.
“I want you wrung out and begging me to fuck this tight little ass, Mia. I wouldn’t have it any other way, but first, I have a present for you.” I kiss her nose and climb onto my bike. She climbs on behind me, and I feel her squeeze her legs tight around me, clenching, searching for friction where there is none, and I just know those flimsy little panties she wears are already fucking soaked. Christ, there’s nothing better than my goddess desperate and begging.
Chapter 59
Mia
I have no idea where Aiden is taking me, but I swear he hits every bump in the road just to torment me further. I’m desperate to fuck him after he toyed with my pussy while changing out the last plug before we went to the Hounds of Hell clubhouse. I was almost ready to come when he pulled his fingers away and told me patience was a virtue while he watched me pant in the mirror.Smug prick.
But at least the meeting went well. The idea of peace between my brother’s club and Aiden’s is something I never thought would come to fruition. After years of fighting, it took two presidents who don’t feel the need to measure their dicks, and can see the bigger picture, to fight against a common enemy. It will form a peace that makes all our lives a lot easier, and it’s a peace my dad would have been so damn proud of.
The golden light of the Georgia countryside in the early evening is a blur as we ride the short distance to the outskirts of town. We make a turn down a long, paved road that disappearsinto a canopy of live oaks and Spanish moss, and then opens up to a wide expanse of property. It looks like some sort of old estate, with a massive white mansion that looks to be at least a hundred years old and has seen better days. Pillars line the covered porch, which spans the front.
Beyond the mansion is a wide and very deep yard surrounded by trees. It gives the impression that the property just goes on forever, and maybe it does.
Aiden pulls up in the circular drive, and I notice a parking lot on the other side of the house.
“Where are we?” I ask when he cuts the engine. I get off the bike, and he follows suit, taking our helmets and hanging them from his grip. He rummages through his saddlebag and then makes his way over to me, setting a small bag down at his feet.
