Page 191 of Music City Diaries

Her hands wrapped around my neck, and I walked her to the couch. Our tongues swirled with one another, bringing our lust to the surface with every swipe. Spinning her around, I bent her over the arm of the couch and ran my hands down her legs.

“Good, I didn’t miss the show,” Brooks said from the doorway. Darcie moaned at his presence. “You got about tenminutes before someone comes looking,” he said, stepping into the room and shutting the door.

Unzipping her jeans, I bared her ass and smacked it once. Brooks sat on the couch and kissed her while I worked her over. She was already dripping wet and took my fingers with ease. Releasing my cock, I lined myself up and sank into her. She squeezed me tighter at this angle, and I took a few seconds to breathe.

“Damn, Sunflower. Your pussy is so greedy for me. Swallowing me up whole.” She moaned in Brooks’ mouth, her hands unzipping his pants and taking him out. Brooks broke the kiss when she freed him, and she wrapped her lips around him.

When she was good, I moved, thrusting her forward onto him. I kept a tight hold on her hips, rocking into her over and over, loving how she sank on Brooks’ cock with each thrust.

“Yes, baby. Swallow him good. Show Brooks how good you make him feel.”

She moaned, and I picked up my speed. I had no idea how long it had been, but I was already so close. I needed her to come too. Reaching around her body, I stroked her clit and matched my thrusts. Pistoning in and out, I kept up the pace until her body locked around me, and she came with a moan. He reared up, coming down her throat and giving me the green light to unleash my orgasm. A few more stuttered thrusts and I spilled inside her, my legs wobbly as I tried to hold us both.

“Fuck. That was hot. I’m so glad I followed,” Brooks whispered, wiping Darcie’s mouth. They shared a sweet kiss before we helped our wife gain composure. She brushed her hair, checked her makeup, and rinsed her mouth.

“Just to be sure,” she said as we locked up and returned to the crowd. “You do have the check?”

“Yes, Sunflower.” I kissed her head and wrapped my arm around her. “Now, let’s ride.”

Twenty minutes later, our group straddled their bikes and revved their engines, waiting for our Queen to lead us. It didn’t matter how many times I’d followed her; it always gave me goosebumps to see her commanding a group of rugged men and women.

Darcie did it with ease and confidence, making me fall in love with her more every time.

Of all the names I’d been called throughout my life, Dad and Husband were my two favorites, and it was all because of that woman.

Sunflower was my sun, and I would always follow her.

Brooks

Ridingthrough the streets of Bowling Green with hundreds of other bikers was a surreal experience. I loved our club of five, but feeling the community and support of MCD was a good reminder that we were bigger than a sum of parts. We were a family—reaching far and wide.

But it was also a good reminder that the MC life wasn’t one I wanted to live every day.

“Did we get old, or are we just out of practice?” Grayson groaned, rubbing his shoulder.

“Both,” I said, smiling at him.

Bubba chuckled, slapping Grayson on his back. “Told you to start stretching before sex. That sex acrobatics you like to do has finally caught up to you.”

“Sex. Acrobatics,” Grayson wheezed between his laughter. Bubba grinned, his barrel chest rumbling with a laugh.

“Okay, fair point. But damn. I thought kids made you younger,” he whined. “Wait, do I have wrinkles? I’m barely in my mid-thirties. I can’t have wrinkles yet. I thought I had at least until I was old like, Bubba.”

“Hey! I just turned forty. It’s not that old.”

Grayson ignored him and ran to the closest reflective surface, blocking the fridge we’d been sent in to grab food from. But somehow we’d gotten sidetracked. Maybe weweregetting old. I was only thirty-two, but…

“You’re ridiculous,” Hank said, walking in with Hannah on his hip. “Wrinkles mean you’ve lived.”

“Ah, so you’ve lived a long time then?” Grayson fired back.

“Damn right,” Hank said, not taking the bait. He smiled at his granddaughter. She was playing with his beard. It wasn’t as long as I’d seen in pictures, but it had grown back some. “You giving your daddies wrinkles, Hannah?” he asked, nuzzling her neck. She giggled, wrapping the room of motorcycle men around her finger.

Kissing her head, I grabbed the plate of food and carried it out while Grayson and Bubba figured out the rest. I sat it on the table and spotted my true destination in the throng of people. We’d set up a stage in the backyard for Lennox and Slade. They were singing some of Lennox’s songs and a few classics. Most of the crowd was gathered around them, dancing, swaying, and singing along as they watched the duo.

The kids ran free, enjoying their freedom and the new people’s attention. Charlie was enamored with Tiny and kept following him around, staring at him wide-eyed. Grace had a million questions for Kiki, and Hannah hadn’t let Grandpa Hank out of her sight since he arrived. I loved seeing our kids get to know more people, especially those who helped us fight for the future that gave us them.

Darcie danced to the music in a floral dress, cowboy boots, and her well-loved cowboy hat. She looked beautiful. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I kissed Darcie’s neck and held her close. She peered up at me, smiling and rubbing her hands up and down my arms. “Hey, sweetheart.”

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