Outlaw's Vow: Grizzlies MC Romance(71)

I pointed to the sky, and we both stared at the big, fiery ball 'til our eyes burned. “It's a bright new day for this club and every man in it. All we gotta do is keep the peace, and make our women the happiest, most spoiled bitches on the face of the earth.”

He laughed. It was still weird to hear the big guy bust a gut, though he'd been doing it more lately, ever since settling shit with Sally and his son.

A couple minutes later, Brass and Rabid joined us. We bullshitted like we hadn't since the last big hog roast a couple months ago, and when the prospects told us everything was finished, we headed out to our bikes wearing shit-eating smiles.

“Oh, God. What now?” Elle asked sadly, running her hands over my neck after we got on my bike.

“Nothing, babe. Why do you look so worried?”

She hesitated. “You're happy. Who did you kill to get a smile like that?”

I turned around, fisted her sweet blonde hair, and smiled wider. “I'm grinning like a Cheshire fucking cat because everything's gonna be different now. We'll finally be living like a man and his wife should. There's more blood in the future, yeah, there always fucking is. But I'm gonna make you the happiest woman who ever wore a man's brand, and you're gonna love every single second. I'm smiling, thinking about all the ways you'll grin in the years to come, smile at me 'til your pretty white teeth fall out.”

She laughed. It echoed like the best damned music I'd ever heard as we pulled out behind my brothers, tightening our formation on the road for the long trip home.



Peace was waiting for all the brothers in Redding. No sooner than we rode through the gates, I saw all the old ladies file out, the prospects and a couple brothers at their sides. Stryker saluted the Prez, the only full patch brother who'd stayed behind, except for old Southpaw.

The old ladies practically ran 'em all down in the rush to greet us.

Christa for Rabid.

Sally for Roman, cradling their son in her arms. The kid was getting bigger all the time.

Missy blew a kiss for Brass. Even her kid sister, Jackie, was standing by her side. The teenager would have a rocking body in a few more years, and the Veep would probably have to fight off prospects from sniffing around her if she kept coming by the clubhouse.

Lucky for me, I already had everything I needed on the back of my bike. I helped Elle off it like a queen and took her helmet while brothers went running to their girls. Tugging her close, I gave her a nuclear hot kiss that rivaled all of 'em, clutching her body like I couldn't believe it was real.

Fuck, her ass was made for my hands. I held it tight, pulled her hips into mine, made her feel every inch of what she did to me.

She'd never stop being the air in my lungs, and right now, I had to drink her deep.

We kissed for what seemed like a million years, and it still wasn't enough. Didn't take my lips off hers 'til Roman barked at the prospects, telling them to get their asses in gear unloading our arms, and putting them to bed.

Elle looked like she was about to fall over. I had something else to put to bed, and I led her into the clubhouse, trying to keep my eyes off the limp Chinese asshole a couple guys carried in ahead of us.

We took the shitty bed in my old room, one of the last nights we'd camp here before I found us a real place to live.

We were both too tired to fuck, but damn if my dick didn't hound me anyway. I held her close, feeling her curves as she mumbled nonsense, drifting off to sleep. She seemed trouble, tossing and turning in my arms. I stroked her brow, then ran my fingers softly through her hair.

This was living. Before, I'd only been alive when I had some whore on my cock with Jack coursing through my veins, or else when some sick piece of shit who deserved to die was gurgling his death rattle.

None of that shit even came close to what I had in this bed. Elle Jo slept like an angel.

A battered, damaged angel who'd been fucked over one too many times by her dad's mistakes, and mine too.

“Never again,” I whispered into her ear, not even caring she couldn't hear me.

Never, never!

“All you're gonna be doing for me is making money, making kids, and setting our bed on fire when I climb into it. You've suffered, Ell-Bell, hurt more than some brothers. That's a fucking crime, and it stops now. I'm telling you right through your dreams, babe, because I fucking own 'em. I'll make 'em happen. And I'll make sure you know how much I love you every single day when you're awake.”

Pausing, I buried my nose in her hair, breathing her scent. Goddamn, she smelled good, even when she was fresh from being held by the mafia, without so much as a shower.

I wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her senseless, fuck her 'til our bodies totally gave out. But she needed her beauty sleep, and I wasn't a total animal, even though I sometimes doubted it.