“What would make me feel better is you keeping your cute fucking nose out of club business.”
I sigh. That’s not going to happen. Growing up, I remember my dad confiding in my mom and asking for her help all the time. The Detroit charter rarely made a move without Cindy Wallace having a hand in it. My grandpa, Forsaken’s founder, and my grandma were the same way. Mary Wallace, my grandma, is the reason Forsaken only gives out the old lady title after their women have been unanimously voted in by every member of their charter. She did it for a reason— she didn’t want brothers sharing state secrets with some bitch they’d drop the next day. Grandma’s a smart lady. You protect the patch, you protect the family. Best way to protect both is to be selective about who wears the warrior tattoo and who rocks the patch.
“We need to have another history lesson?” He shrugs me off, but I don’t let it get to me. Instead, I move back onto my knees and place my hands on the tops of his thighs. My man needs a little love right now. Licking my lips in anticipation of his sweetness, I reach out and pull down his zipper. He leans back on his hands and appraises me.
“The old ladies exist for a reason. You remember Bloody Mary, don’t you?” My voice is light and playful as I pull his hard cock out of its confines. I tease the base with the tips of my fingers while referencing my grandmother and the nickname she earned during Detroit’s war with a club in Toronto.
“Babe, please don’t talk about your grandma with my dick in your hand,” he says on a laugh. There’s a smile in his eyes and voice that wasn’t there a minute ago. I wrap my hand around his cock and slide it up and down with a smile on my face. I wonder if he can see it— the love I feel for him. How much I want him and not just now, but forever? Does he know how broken I was before? How much it pained me to be away from him?
Wyatt reaches out and wipes away the wetness in my eyes. He gives me a smile that I know nobody else gets. This is mine. He smiles differently at our kids, especially our daughter. But those smiles are a little brighter. My smile is something more grounded. A little deeper, no less important. Just beautiful and strong and it means so fucking much that I can’t even put it into words. After all these years, so many of them apart, and all the damage we’ve each suffered, I still get this.
“Why are you sad, Mugs?”
I could tell him the truth. All the happy, sappy shit that’s going around in my head, but that takes us off course, so I don’t.
“Bloody Mary earned her name for single-handedly saving half of Detroit during the Toronto war. I know you remember this shit, but I think you’ve forgotten why it’s important. You do not run into battle without your woman by your side. You do not treat me like I’m something precious and defenseless.”
“Babe,” he says, but I narrow my eyes at him and squeeze his dick enough so that he stops and freezes.
“Not wise to piss off a woman when she’s got your dick in her hand,” I warn and go back to my speech. I continue my ministrations on his dick, using the precum to spread it around the tip, and lick my lips. His dick twitches in my hands and I smile. “I’m only your woman because you earned me. You have the privilege of belonging to me and I have the honor of being yours, but do not underestimate the bitch you belong to or what I’m capable of. Not ever.”
Before he can say anything, I lean down and take him into my mouth. It’s a dirty trick, sucking his dick so he won’t argue, but it’s incredibly effective. It doesn’t take long for his body to tense and his breathing to be labored. I wish I could see him, but from this angle, it’s impossible. All I can see is my name, inches above his dick, right at the top of his light brown curls, as it stares back at me. I know the signs that he’s about to come even though I can’t see his face. I sneak a hand into his boxers and gently cup his balls as I take him to the back of my throat and moan around his cock. Thick, warm liquid fires into the back of my throat. I greedily suck it down and when he’s done, I made a show of licking my lips and swallowing. He grabs me roughly, pulling me onto his lap. His still wet cock dampens the crotch of my jeans. I buck into him and watch as his lazy expression heats up.
“Tell me I’m coming to New York.”
He’s silent, but I don’t rush him. While I wait for my man to come to the inevitable conclusion that he’s going to give in, I rub myself against him. His dick softens only halfway and stays like that before slowly hardening again.
“I miss your dick, baby. I want you inside me.” He attacks my mouth, kissing me roughly. A slow, quiet fire slowly builds as I continue to rock against him. He clears his throat and moans softly.