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“If I can have your attention,” I say into the microphone. The rustling and chattering stops. “Today we are celebrating the family we have. The friendships, the loyalty, and the love we have for one another. On this special day, we celebrate a new life and new beginnings. We celebrate the impending birth of a child who will bring more joy and happiness to the Pride. I wanted to give Ava and Guard a piece of myself to thank them for all they are and all they represent to all of us. And I wanted to have this gift played over and over again so Baby Guard will hear it for years to come and know it was made just for him. I wrote this song for you guys.” I walk to Guard and place the CD in his hand, then I nodded to Paul and the music begins.

I sing for them. I sing for me. As the lyrics ring out, these final words I sing for War:

What would I do without you?

Now that I see you here.

My world would be bland without you,

The colours all disappear.

I stare into my man’s eyes and see that he hears me, not my voice but my soul calling to his.

It’s been an amazing party. We leave the clean-up to the prospects. I argue for about a minute until I remember that this is to be expected when you join the Pride. I’m also admittedly exhausted and am looking forward to time alone with my man.

After we get home, War is waiting for me in bed. The sheet is draped over his waist and I know that he is naked underneath. I have a fluffy blue towel wrapped around me as I approach the bed.

“Drop it, Baby,” War states.

I bite my lip and drop my towel.

“Over here, Kitten.”

I make my way towards War. I crawl into bed and sit astride him, my legs and thighs pressed closely to his outer thighs. My breasts are level with his mouth. His hands firmly grasp my ass as his mouth closes over my nipple to suck on it. Automatically I feel a trickle of wetness between my legs. I press myself closer, but War is taking his time to lavish my breasts all the while kneading my buttocks and grinding my sex over his cock. He works me until I can barely breathe and I’m moaning and begging for him to come inside me.

“Please, Xander,” I plead.

“That’s right, Kitten. Here in this bed I am Xander. Always.” He groans.

“My Xander, my man,” I whisper against his lips.

I guide him inside me, our lips touching, moving excruciatingly slow, savouring every inch of his body. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, feeling his thick cock growing harder, hearing the rough and ragged call of my name as I’m filled fully with my man. He holds me still. Our eyes intense with wanting, our lips connected, our bodies joined.

“I want this with you always. Every day,” Xander whispers and licks my lips. He then moves my body in rhythm with his until I’m held steady and he is lifting his hips, surging deeply inside. The tension in my body is building to a fever pitch.

“Honey, I am close,” I moan.

“Hold it, Baby,” he utters

“I can’t.”

“Hold it.”

“Honey, please.”

I lose him as he tosses me onto my back. He enters me hard, thrusting at a relentless pace. I can’t hold back any longer. My back arches off the bed, my head thrown back as I my tremble until I come. Hard. My body locks around his cock and I feel it swell and throb as Xander lets go. I open my eyes in time to see my beautiful man release himself, the sight of the corded muscle in his neck, his shoulders tense as he holds his position above me. He is perfect for me.

He kisses me passionately. Long, wet, and slow.

I could celebrate like this every day.

Twenty-Five

The Choice is Yours

War

It’s been a month, and all has settled, including me and Maddie. I have gone back to working on cars and bikes in the chop and managing the business. The brothers are breathing easier, well most of us. Orion has remained disturbed. I feel that pressure rising, and I know the lid is going to blow. We will deal with it when it happens. The brothers will be there for him as they were for Guard and me.

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