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“Willa…”
“What? You’ve lived in an MC your entire adult life and you can’t say the word ‘sex’? Really?”
“Not in relation to my daughter, Willa.” He sighed heavily. “Can you please get off me?”
I was still on Dad’s back, my legs wrapped around his middle as best I could. He was thick and all muscle, and I wasn’t exactly a large or athletic girl. I glanced at Cyclone. Even though he was still breathing hard, he was trying to smother a grin. And failing. So I scowled back at him before answering my dad.
“Depends. You gonna go after my man again?”
“Where’s this coming from? Since when are you interested in boys?”
Mom stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Dad’s middle, and I slipped from his back. Millie was there to steady me. The other woman gave me a wink and two thumbs-up before going back to her man. Where Millie’s sister, Venus, dressed in hot pink, Millie preferred teal. I was looking forward to the specially made Harley she was having delivered. Should be fun.
“Honey, you know very well she’s had a crush on Daniel since before she was a teenager. The fact that she hasn’t ever been interested in other boys should clue you in to the fact that man is hers.”
“But is she his? Because I still think he’s agreeing to make her his old lady just to get out of trouble.”
OK, that hurt. I stepped back a couple of steps, my gaze going immediately to Cyclone. Now, instead of amusement at my outburst, he looked like the man I’d always been slightly terrified of. He was the son of the former Bones president. Raised in this life. Trained to be the biggest, baddest warrior he could be. He was also the vice president of the club. Not the man I’d grown to love. Except, they were the same man. Now I was going to see how the two meshed.
“That’s enough, Trucker. You can beat on me all you feel like you need to for the way I first claimed your daughter. It’s not something I’ve not beaten myself up over during the six weeks since it happened. But you need to get one thing straight. I do not do anything I don’t want to. That includes taking an old lady. No matter how much trouble I’m in. I’ll take any punishment I’ve got coming like a man. I’ll even resign as the fucking VP if that’s what’s demanded. I’ll do it all with a smile and a fuckin’ princess wave. But I will not make a woman mine unless I’m feeling it here.” He pounded his chest. “I’d support her and the baby, if she chose to have it, in any way she saw fit. I’d be part of the kid’s life as much as she’d let me. But I would not make her my old lady unless it was something we both wanted.”
Cyclone was right up in my dad’s face now. My mother still had her arms around Dad, probably to prevent him from lashing out again, and she didn’t move.
“Do you love her?” Dad bit out the question between clenched teeth. “I mean, really fuckin’ love her?”
I expected Cyclone to tell him what he’d told me. That he was getting there. Instead, without hesitation, he nodded his head crisply. “Abso-fuckin’-lutely I love her. She’s smart, beautiful, and so fuckin’ fierce she makes me proud. She’ll be the best old lady a vice president could ever have, and the best mother to our children. And you can expect there to be more.”
“Maybe.” I qualified. “Because I’m only six weeks into this little hellion and I’m already sick every fucking day. You want more babies? You better hope and pray this sickness gets better.”
That got a laugh from several of the brothers and also seemed to diffuse the situation. Trucker relaxed and allowed Mom to move him away from Cyclone. Cyclone moved to me and pulled me into his arms. He didn’t smile or show any of the tenderness he usually reserved for me. Instead, he looked like a warrior ready for an attack. He still tightened his arms around me instead of preparing to defend himself.
“Looks to me like she’s made her choice, Trucker. Why not give them a couple of months. See how things go. We can reserve judgment until then.”
Trucker pointed a finger at Cyclone. “You better do right by my daughter, boy. This club killed a motherfucker for her and her mother. Just because you’re the VP and one of my best friends’ son doesn’t mean you won’t meet a similar fate if you fuck her over.”
“She’s my woman, Trucker. I’ll protect her with my life and love her until the day I die.”
I gasped, burying my face in his chest. Tears were threatening at his declaration. Had been threatening for a few minutes now and I wasn’t sure how long I could hold them back.
“See that you do.” With that, Mom took Dad back inside the clubhouse. I clung to Cyclone, not wanting to let him go even though I knew I needed to get Mama to look at him.
“Well.” Ice grinned down at us. “I guess that settles that. Welcome to the family, sis.”
Epilogue
Cyclone
The club Christmas party was in full swing. The old ladies had run off every club girl in the compound and taken over the common room. It currently looked like an explosion of commercialized Christmas. Complete with glitter beards for a few of the guys, a tradition Suzie had started when we’d first come here. I loved every single second of it. Especially since Willa had the most beautiful smile on her face I’d ever seen.
She was wearing a dress I hadn’t seen before, and my dick instantly reacted to it as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom. She was stunning.
The emerald gown was made of a soft, luxurious fabric that clung to her curves in all the right places. The neckline was scooped low to show off her cleavage, while the hem stopped mid-thigh and gave a tantalizing glimpse of her smooth legs. With the sleeveless design, her toned arms were shown to perfection. The back dipped low enough to entice any onlooker with its daring design.
Her hair was swept up in a bun with curls and strands spilling freely down her back. The shimmering material reflected the lights of the Christmas tree and there was no way I could keep my eyes -- or my hands -- off her. My fingers itched to get her out of the sexy little number. One thing was for sure, I fully intended to unwrap my present early this Christmas.
I pulled her into my arms and placed a tender kiss on her lips, then stepped back and admired her once again. She was stunning, and I couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest bastard in the Goddamned world.
“Merry Christmas, honey,” I said, pulling her close for another kiss.
