Page 49 of Giving It to the Monster

Chapter Nine

One month later

It was cold as fuck, and the club was celebrating Natasha’s divorce. Everything had become final last week, and finally they were able to have a party as a celebration. Saint organized everything, and Pea, he was happy for his Prez.

The couple were certainly unique, and they had a bond that went a lot deeper than most of the couples he’d seen or met. They were drawn to each other, and one of them always knew when the other entered a room.

Pea sat on the wall watching the bonfire roar as well as Saint with his arms around Natasha. She leaned back against him, clearly content to be with him.

“It’s kind of weird to see it, don’t you think?” Vanilla said, coming to sit beside him.

“I never thought I’d see the day that Saint settled down, fell in love, and was happy.” He always had a damn scowl on his face, and now he was happy.

“Rage, Pipe, Knife, and Saint. I wonder who is next.”

“Pipe and Knife don’t count. They’re not Saints and Sinners.”

“Please, they’re like family. When the club realizes we’ve gained a club friend rather than a rival, we’ll all get along well.” Vanilla tipped back his beer taking a long swig.

“What about you? Any plans to settle down?”

“No woman can handle me.”

“What about Shannon?”

“She’s fun, but she’d not long term. We both know that.”

Pea shrugged.

“You haven’t been with her in a long time either.”

“She tell you that?” Pea asked.

“Yeah, she said that you’re not the same man-whore, constantly sleeping around. You’re not even interested in finding new sweet-butts.”

Pea stared across the bonfire finding the woman that was constantly in his thoughts. Melissa stood with her sister, and Rage.

They had been married for years, and he’d been there to help her and her sister out. Every now and again they fucked, but it hadn’t meant anything. He enjoyed her company. They had fun together. When he wasn’t at the club, or dealing with club business, they had a lot of fun. He recalled them playing a damn board game, Melissa with a couple of glasses of wine, him with a beer. They spent hours laughing, joking, and enjoying making up words. One thing had led to another, and they’d ended up fucking on the living room floor in front of a roaring fire. That had been over three years ago at Christmas time when snow was heavy on the ground.

“Do you ever think as men we walk around blind always looking for something else rather than truly looking at what we’ve got?” he asked.

“That’s fucking deep,” Vanilla said.

“No, it’s not deep.” He got to his feet and made his way toward Melissa. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he smiled at Rage and Penny. “Sorry to do this, but I’ve got to speak to my wife for a second.”

Moving her away from the crowd, and back inside the clubhouse, he took her up to the room they shared. It had been cleaned since he’d last been here, not wanting to take another woman there.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“There’s something I need to say to you.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t know what is going on, but I’ve not been with another woman in a long time.”

“I’ve not been with a man in a long time either. Apart from you that is.”

“Us, I want to give us a chance.”

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