When everything was finished, he left the clubhouse and headed to her apartment. The girls left as he arrived, and he was alone with his woman.
“You’re a divorced woman, baby,” he said, kissing her head.
“What?”
“Michael is going to be out of our lives. We’re free.”
She jumped on him, laughing and giggling.
Carrying her toward the bedroom, Killer kicked the door shut, happy to have his world back in one piece.
Chapter Sixteen
Nine months later
Killer stared out over the garden watching as Kelsey continued to pull the weeds out of the vegetable patch she insisted on. He looked at the ring on his finger and couldn’t stop smiling. They had been married three months ago in church. Tate had organized a white wedding with all the right decorations that any woman would wish for.
For their honeymoon he took Kelsey to Vegas where they spent all their time in the hotel room, making love, fucking, and being together. He’d finally gotten the chance to feel her naked heat around his shaft.
The psychiatrist had discharged her, happy that she was no longer going to try to hurt herself. He had no doubt about their feelings.
Tiny and Eva’s wedding present to them had been this house. The modest three bedroom detached house was a dream. Killer didn’t know if he could handle living in a house paid for by his club leader. The moment Kelsey saw the place and seeing her love for it, Killer knew he’d learn to accept the gift.
Watching her body wrapped in a sweater and jeans, he got rock hard. It was spring, and the weather was all over the place.
She looked up, smiling at him and waving back at him. They were due at Tiny’s place for their usual Sunday lunch. Eva was cooking a large feast for all of them. He scented the casserole in the oven that Kelsey was taking.
All of the women always brought their own choice of dish. Eva would be swamped with leftovers for the club.
Heading outside to their garden, he helped her up, removing the gloves on her hands to reveal the gold ring he bought her. Throughout the week she still worked as a dental nurse, and the weekends were theirs.
“How is our vegetable patch coming?” he asked.
“It’s early, but I reckon we could get some great produce this year.” She went on her toes, claiming his lips. “How is my husband today?”
The smile on her face was infectious.
“Feeling satisfied.” He drew her closer to him, rubbing his cock against her stomach. “What about my wife?”
“Aching in all the good ways.”
Kelsey had stuck to his rules. Whenever she needed him, she sought him out for him to take care of her needs. He would never forget the way she’d walked into the clubhouse one Friday night and sat on his lap. She straddled his cock, leaned forward and whispered against his ear, telling him everything that was wrong with her body. He took the whole night trying to give her everything she needed.
“Baby, you keep talking like that and we’re not going to leave this house for a good long time.”
She rubbed his cock making him moan. “Why do we have to leave?” she asked.
He was tempted to cancel, but he knew how much Eva worked for them. “When we get home, I’ll fuck you until you’re screaming my name. I promise.”
They walked into their home, laughing. He waited for her to grab the casserole from the oven and cover it. Killer took the car as he had nowhere to put the casserole on his bike. Kelsey hummed beside him, looking out of the window.
In the last nine months Kelsey had gotten her divorce, married Killer, and was no longer connected to Michael Granito in any way. The old ladies had taken her under their wing, drawing her back into club business. He loved seeing her at all the barbeques relaxing with all The Skulls.
On the other hand, Michael was working with the law in trying to break the trafficking pool. Alex at all club meetings kept them informed of his whereabouts. Eva’s father, Ned, also kept an eye on him. The leader of the fighters made sure his daughter was protected at every turn.
Arriving at Eva’s house, Killer cut the engine smiling at all the bikes in the driveway.
“Wow, it’s going to be a full house today,” Kelsey said.
“Yeah, Sunday lunch always is.”
He placed a hand on her back, walking with her to the front door. They walked straight inside without even bothering to knock. The commotion hit them right in the face. Tate passed them, smiling and taking Kelsey’s hand. “Stealing your woman.”
Before he got a chance to say anything to her, Killer was left alone. The table was laid for all of them. He saw Eva and Sophia working the kitchen, getting everything ready. Heading outside he found the rest of the men, smoking, talking, and drinking.