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“Let me ask Pooh what he thinks and I’ll get back to you. Whatever we choose will be living in his home, so I should at least get his thoughts. Thank you for your help, though.”

“No problem. But I want to ride along if you go there,” Ava laughs and Gunner’s head drops in defeat.

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As expected, Pooh is happy about my decision to move in with him, and he’s currently showing me how happy he is. I wrap my legs around his waist and silently beg for more. He reads my body language perfectly and thrusts harder, then circles, then another thrust. His movements bring on the desired response and I’m close now. I reach up and cup the side of his face and pull his mouth down to mine. He obliges, like he always does, and it’s enough to push me over the edge. He grasps my right hip and uses it to shift my body slightly so that his pubic bone hits my clit with each thrust. I pull my mouth away from his to gasp for air and to toss my head backward. I feel his lips hit my throat just as I’m starting to come down.

Pooh continues gliding in and out and then thrusts hard and plants his cock deep. I can feel the ripples running through his body and I run my nails down the center of his back until they reach his ass. I hold him tight to me and enjoy knowing that I gave him pleasure too.

After a moment of recuperation, he rolls to the side of me and pulls my face to his for another deep kiss. I love these moments with Pooh because he never holds back his emotions. You can see them clearly on his face and they make me feel ten feet tall.

“Love you, Pippa. Love you forever,” Pooh states quietly but firmly while staring into my eyes. My heart stops for a few beats and then starts racing. I’m speechless for a few seconds before I gather my thoughts.

“Love you, too, baby. With everything I have.”

“You’re mine. Craig’s going to be ours. That shit isn’t going to change. And we’ll be giving him a good life, babe.”

“Yeah, we are.”

“I need a moment to recover but then I’m fucking you again. Can’t have my woman say she loves me for the first time and not get back inside of you.”

“I always want you. I want you in me and in my life. I can’t imagine it without you anymore. Don’t ever want to.”

“Won’t have to, Pips. I’m yours and that’s permanent. Give me your mouth, baby. I’ve recovered enough.”

I do and he was not wrong. He had recovered enough for a few more times that night. It was glorious and so is my new life. Thanks to a man with hazel eyes and a big heart.

Pooh

Pippa and Craig moving into my house was cause for a club party. Every club member showed up, without being asked, to help pack her and Craig’s belongings and move them into our new home. Craig was ecstatic about the move and ran around directing people on where things were to be put. He was bossy but adorable in his excitement. But the moment he saw his new bed, the little guy’s emotions got the better of him, and he burst into tears.

Trigger and Petey made him a customized bed that we kept hidden until today. Even Pippa didn’t know about it until now. The sides of the bed are hand carved wood rails that resemble exhaust pipes on a Harley. The head and footboards are solid slabs of wood that have a Harley carved into them. Exact replicas of my bike. The details they put into them is amazing. There are several gasps from the men and women standing around, but Craig’s tears tell how much it means to him.

Sitting on the bed, is his bear that Chubs gave him, only now it’s in full Harley gear. Leather cut, biker boots, helmet, bandana. It even has a Harley Davidson leather bracelet around its wrist, courtesy of Trudy.

Craig directs wet eyes my direction in wonder and I smother a laugh.

“Trigger and Petey made you the bed,” I inform him.

Craig shoots across the room and wraps his arms around Trigger’s legs and says through his tears, “Thank you, Grandpa Trig. I love it!”

I watch in amazement as Trigger’s eyes get a bit wet and he bends down and picks Craig up. Clearing his throat once, Trigger replies, “Glad you like it, Craig. And I like you calling me Grandpa even more.”

“I’ll call you Grandpa if you like it so much,” Axel says while breaking up the heavy moment.

“Not if you want to continue having working boy parts,” Trigger responds with a chuckle.

Everyone chuckles as Craig squirms to be put down. Trigger obliges and Craig walks over to Petey and wraps his arms around Petey’s legs. While giving him a hug, Craig looks upwards and says, “Thank you too, Petey. You guys rock!”

“Glad you like it, Craig. You know, if you want to, you can call me Pops.”

“I like that. Thanks, Pops!”

After the excitement of the move, Craig is down for the count and Pippa and I are enjoying some down time at the club with the others celebrating her moving in. Since our home is so close by, Bella offered to stay over and be there if Craig wakes up. She’s grown into such a beautiful and trustworthy girl, we agreed. She has a cell phone and everyone’s numbers if she needs anything, but I doubt she will. Loki is there also along with Gee. They’ll be fine for a few hours.

Pippa and I, along with Tammy, Trigger and Vex are sitting around a table having a drink and chatting about the move. Things are heating up in the clubhouse with the arrival of a few club sluts. Pigeon has one flat on her back, on a pool table, head shoved up under her skirt. Reeves, recently single, has one on his lap while sitting on a couch. Two others are dancing together, minus their shirts and bras. The usual activities that happen at most of our club parties. And here I sit with my woman’s hand on my thigh and I don’t need anything else. I have no interest in watching the sluts performing their best tricks or wondering how wild they’d be in bed. I’m happy with the way things are for me. I glance to look at Pippa’s face while she’s talking with Tammy and I realize how lucky I am. I have it all. A good woman, a cute kid that will someday be my son, awesome club, club brothers and their women, a new home and a bike I love to ride. The only things in life that I still want are my ring on Pippa’s hand and more children. Every time I see Bailey and that pregnant belly of hers, I envision it being Pippa’s instead. I know what I want and I don’t want to wait a long time to get it.

My phone pings with a text, interrupting my thoughts. I pull it out of my pocket and frown when I see Horse Nuts’ name. I know he’s on gate duty so something must be up.

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