Page 47 of Chains

“Come on,” Everleigh calls out, “there’s plenty to go around. There’s soda in the bag as well.”

I take off my work gloves, throwing them to the side, before sitting down, grabbing Zoe and hearing her yelp as I place her on my lap in front of me. The brothers give me knowing looks, but I ignore every one of them. It’s time I showed Zoe that she’s mine, so that she has no more doubts.

She’s trying to wriggle off my lap, which only makes my cock harder than it already was when she arrived. I lift my hips slightly, pressing my crotch into her ass, and she halts her movements, finally realizing what she’s doing.

“Quit moving, babe.” I whisper close to her ear. “Unless you want me to strip you naked right here in front of everyone and fuck you senseless?” She gasps and goes stock still.

“Who did you send to pick up my clothes?” she suddenly asks, not looking at me, but chewing on her sandwich.

I grin, lowering my lips to her ear, nibbling it gently with my teeth. “You didn’t think I’d send a prospect to pack your underwear, did you, little one?” I ask her, watching as a shiver runs down her body and I chuckle.

“Only I get to see what you have underneath your clothes. So, I went and packed all your stuff myself.” I admit.

All the tension I could feel in her body since she arrived seemed to seep out of her, and it was as if she almost melted into me. I wanted nothing more in that moment than to take her into my arms and kiss her until we were both panting and out of breath.

My eyes go to both Kick and Tiny, who are both new fathers. Ivy, Kick’s little girl, is the cutest cherub, and so is Silas, Tiny and Sage’s baby boy, who was born not long after Ivy.

Of course, Kick and Everleigh are also new grandparents of baby Lena, Spider and his girl Candy’s, baby girl, who was born a few months ago. Candy was a hood rat and got her claws into Spider when he first showed up in Briar Creek. Now it seems he can’t get rid of her.

Tiny, the big man of the club, was the one I never thought would ever settle down, and look at him now, a married man with three boys.

A wave of envy, unlike anything I've ever experienced, washes over me, and I swiftly suppress it. The desire to see Zoe pregnant with my child had been a long-standing fantasy of mine. And now, perhaps, we could finally make it a reality. If only I could rid her of her asshole husband first. Then we could start thinking about a future together.

After we ate, we went back to work a few more hours. Even Zoe actively rolled up her sleeves, helped, and we worked in companionable silence—finally finishing up for the day, deciding it was time to go home since tonight was Spider's and Snake’s patching-in party. They never thought it would ever happen, I smile, remembering church the other day when we called them in to tell them.

After packing everything up, I follow Zoe to my sled, my eyes scanning around me. But the SUV that was there earlier was now gone. I almost wish he was still there so that I could beat his face into a bloody pulp for what he did to my woman.

Throwing my leg over, I sat on the seat to keep it steady so Zoe could get on. When she did, she wasted no time in wrapping her arms tightly around me, leaning her head against my back. No other woman had ever been on the back of my bike, because it just never felt right. But this, this felt right, down to my very core. And I was determined to keep her there.

We arrive back at the clubhouse and filed inside, though Kick and Tiny disappeared with their families, and said they’d return later for the party. It was to be a family friendly one to start with. Afterwards, it would probably descend into debauchery, but our parties always did. It was the responsibility of the rest of the members to initiate Spider and Snake in the ways of club life.

I was hoping to spend the evening with Zoe in my room. I found her there checking on Mr Boots, smiling as I watched her talk baby talk to the tiny fur ball, and cuddle him against her chest. Watching her as she slowly came out of her shell, I didn’t think a tiny kitten would be responsible for such a feat, but there you have it.

“How’s the little man doing?” I ask, and watch her jump in surprise, not realizing I was standing there leaning against the doorjamb to the bathroom. Just watching her like a creeper.

She smiles up at me, and my heart stutters. I’m so fucked.

“Do we have to be at the party tonight? I know things can get wild later on after all the old ladies leave.”

“If you don’t want to go, we can stay here, but it will be fun, you’ll see. And I’ll keep you safe.” I assure her, but the worried look on her face makes me want to smile. And she chews thoughtfully on her bottom lip.

“We’ll leave once all the families leave, how about that? I’m definitely not unattached, so there’s no reason I should stay for the party once the sweet butts arrive. You should know that by now.”

“What are you saying?” she asks. “Be clear with me, because I don’t want any misunderstandings between us,” she tells me, finally getting to her feet, her eyes squarely on me.

I wrap my arm around her waist, and bring her flush against me. “Listen to me carefully. You are mine, in every sense of the word. There’s no one else for me but you. And vice versa,” I tell her as succinctly as I can.

“I saw you with that club girl. You two looked quite cozy.” She reminds me of the day I wanted to wrap my fingers around Sin’s scrawny neck and choke her until she wasn’t breathing anymore.

“Same goes for me.” I tell her without hesitation. “There’s no one for me but you. There hasn’t been since you’ve been back in town.” I admit. “Are we good?”

She smiles, and it’s all I can do not to rip her clothes off and take her right here against the door of the bathroom.

“Yeah, baby. We’re good,” she whispers, striding towards me slowly. Hearing her saying the endearment, my cock rises to the occasion.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Zoe

---