Chapter 52: Wolf.e: Chapter 51

The St. Henry’s cabin is the perfect spot to meet up with some shady guy Jake knows to buy ANFO. It has nothing on site, so if the guy is a crook he can’t steal from us and it’s registered to a numbered company making it totally untraceable back to the club. We’ve owned it for almost fifty years and usually only keep an overflow of bike parts there.

I toss my phone on the bed and glance down at Brinley beside me, still naked and asleep in our cabin at the rally. I run my finger through her hair and down the smooth slope of her spine. I can’t sleep and the sun hasn’t even come up yet.

The feeling I have when I look at her overwhelms me. The woman whose body first became my obsession is now the woman I can’t live without. The woman who snuck up on me when I least expected it and took me out at the fucking knees.

We never even made it back to the festivities last night. Instead, we made it inside where we showered and ate barbeque from the grill outside the cabin, watching the fireworks show Jack put on for everyone from our deck. I listened as she talked about leaving Crimson, starting her own design studio, starting fresh after I put down the threat. And that’s when it hit me how much Brinley trusts me to keep her safe. She doesn’t think for one second this thing we’re planning can go badly and that makes me feel something for the first time in twelve years.

Fear. But not fear of what could happen to me. Fear of someday losing her. It fuels me and pushes me to get this job done faster, more efficiently. I’ve been awake for hours, triple checking Kai’s notes to ensure every single possible scenario has been thought of.

I kiss her shoulder through her hair. I try not to wake her as I stand and head for the shower. I have to meet with the guys this morning before this rowdy place wakes up. I stand and realize I’m still covered in her blood but it doesn’t fucking bother me in the slightest. I want every single part of her laced with me.

I turn the shower on and let the hot water cover me.

Today.

Today is the first step in ending the Disciples of Sin and all their years of bullshit with us.

I’m desperate to put it behind me and move forward. I know now, after less than two months, that I want Brinley with me. But I don’t want to hide her away, I want her everywhere I can take her. I want her to thrive in my world with me and come home to her every night. I want to sink into that perfect pussy every day until my last dying breath. I want to do things I’ve never fathomed, like add on to my home and create space for as many sons as she can give me.

Somehow, the thought of her body changing and growing, her carrying my child, fucking exhilarates me. And to watch her become a mother? To give a child everything I never had—with her it doesn’t seem pointless or impossible. It seems inevitable. It seems like everything my mother wanted for me that I never thought she’d see.

I shut the water off and grab a towel from the shelf.

Today, Jake and I will meet his contact for our ANFO explosives. Then tomorrow, we make our move on the DOS clubhouse. We’ve had one of our newest prospects on watch, their entire local club is here somewhere in Benson for another two nights, minus their president who’s apparently in Savannah to meet with K6.

When we take their clubhouse, we’ll take them over. We want to remind every single one of them, every day, that they will serve us. They’re going to help us clean up the Atlanta and Savannah streets instead of infecting them. Without their leader, we’re confident we can bring them under our wing.

But before any of that can happen, Marco Foxx has to die and I’m bloodthirsty with the thought.

We’ve spent months planning this. We’ll pull it off and come out the other side.

When I dry off and get dressed, I start to silently pack up the room as Brinley breathes softly in our bed. I watch her as she sleeps, and the warm feeling I get when I look at her that’s been plaguing me for a while now, spreads through my chest.

Shit is just uncontrollable. Ax tells me I love her, but I know better. This isn’t love. Love is just a word—this is something more. This is an unadulterated need. I need this woman more than I need air.

When this is done, I’m gonna tell her just that, but until then my only mission is to keep her safe.

“Where are you going tonight?”

I look into the beautiful blue eyes, that are the means for my entire existence, on the other side of the kitchen island when we get home later that afternoon.

“I want to stay here, Gabriel. With you. Permanently. I don’t want to leave. I want to sell my parents’ old home. What’s happening between us, how I feel, it’s…”

I look up at her from adding balsamic dressing to a large salad for us, surprised by her honest and confident words.

“Unexplainable?” I ask.

“Yes,” Brinley says with the cutest little smirk, her cheeks start to pinken and it goes straight to my cock.

“Did you think I was gonna let you leave?” I ask her in a teasing tone, but not joking in the slightest. There isn’t a fucking chance on Earth she’ll ever be sleeping in a bed other than mine again.

Brinley gets up and makes her way over to me, her warm body presses against my back as she wraps her arms around my naked torso. She stays like this for a beat before she speaks while I finish making our dinner.

“I want to know it all or I won’t stay,” she says simply then kisses my back. “And I don’t mean physically, because I know if you want to keep me here, you will.” She kisses me again. “I mean this, us, how we’ve become, how we’ve grown. If I don’t know it all, I won’t trust you and if I don’t trust you, we won’t be us.”

I turn and face her, wrapping my arms around her, I kiss her sweet lips, her jasmine scent filling my senses.

I sigh. “There are things I’m programmed to keep from you, to protect you.”

“I don’t need protection. I know both versions of you. I know the man you are and I know the man you have to be. I want every part… the same way you do,” Brinley says with a true boldness I haven’t seen in her before. She’s embraced her place beside me in this life. Not only has she embraced it, she seems like she will take it with pride and flourish in it.

“Tonight, Jake and I are getting the tools we need to take out the DOS clubhouse. Explosives.”

“Why are you doing that?”

“It’s a matter of principle. It’s where Gator had his way with Mason’s sister, it’s personal to him to get rid of it, plus it’s a total shit hole.” She looks up expectantly, knowing I’m not telling her everything. “And then we’re gonna take out their president, Marco Foxx.”

Brinley looks into my eyes. “For threatening me?” she asks.

“Yes, but also for threatening all of us. And for letting Gator assault who knows how many other young girls there. He’s poisonous. The building is poisonous. Once it’s done, we’ll patch over the rest of the club. DOS doesn’t have chapters like we do—they’re small time, relatively speaking. Their closest chapter is in Texas. They aren’t coming all the way down here to fight if we patch over twenty members, they’ll probably be glad we took them off their hands.”

“When will you be back?”

“We meet the explosives dealer at nine, I’ll be back here long before midnight.”

“Is it that simple?”

“Normally, not really. But this time, we’ve planned this right. Jake and I are going alone. We’ll be fast, we’ll get it done.”

Brinley thinks for a minute.

“Just you and Jake alone? That doesn’t worry you?” she asks, pulling her plush bottom lip between her teeth.

I chuckle. “It’s the way we do things. It’s Jake’s contact, but we take the risk together. Taking anymore guys would draw too much unwanted attention.”

“Okay… and then after all this, things will settle down?”

I kiss her lips and push her dark hair from her forehead, tucking it behind her ear. “Yeah, I hope so.”

Brinley nods like I just told her about a business acquisition. Like I didn’t just tell her my plan to destroy property and kill someone, while making her dinner.

“Once it’s done, I’m looking for my own design space. I want something of my own. I don’t have any illusions about you or this life. This is who you are, and I won’t try to change that. If I sell the house, I’ll have my own money to play with to find a spot. I know downtown has some vacancies.”

“I may know of some,” I say, thinking of the buildings the club owns.

“I don’t need you to handle this for me,” she says then grins.

I kiss her.

“I’ve never… cared for anyone other than myself,” I tell her truthfully. “This is foreign to me, but I want to keep club life and my private life separate. As separate as I can.”

Brinley nods. “I respect that, but you will tell me what I want to know,” she adds with a matter of fact tone.

I can’t believe this woman has this kind of power over me. I’d tell her anything if it kept her here, warm against me every night.

“Now, you have business to handle, Mr. President,” she says with a commanding sassy look on her face. “But first, where’s my dinner?”

I grin. “Demanding, aren’t you?” I smack her ass and she yelps.

The sound is downright fucking irresistible.

I check my phone to see that nothing has changed with Jake and then I start to plate my queen’s dinner with an actual smile on my face.

Holy fuck, is this what it’s like to feel happy?

“Do you know how fucking sexy you look like this?” I groan into Brinley’s ear an hour later. It’s almost time to go meet Jake but I couldn’t resist when she got into the shower with me. Now that she’s out, I can’t resist her again, so she’s pressed up against my bathroom counter, her wet hair dripping down her back, her perfect tits bouncing while I fuck into her from behind for the second time in less than thirty minutes.

“You’re every man’s fucking dream right now, and you’re mine,” I whisper over her shoulder.

This pussy day in and day out, I’ll never tire of her.

I used to think I wanted to die on the back of my bike, now I know I want to die buried to the hilt inside Brinley Beaumont with my name on her lips. Just like this.

“Look at us,” I tell her, not taking my eyes off her. “Look at the way your body begs for mine.” I reach around and play with her clit with one hand and a pink, pebbled nipple with the other, my finger and thumb rolling the bud between them. “These fucking tits, always so ready for my touch, just like every other part of you.”

“Gabriel,” she cries, and my cock pulses inside her.

“You want me to fill you up? A greedy, desperate little slut for my cock?” I ask. Brinley’s eyes flutter open and she takes in the view of us in the still foggy mirror.

“Fuck yes,” she whimpers, and the sight of her, pulling her lip between her teeth, her eyes hooded and glassy, does me in. I bite down on her shoulders in a frenzy as her sweet pussy clamps down around my cock like a vice.

“Harder,” she cries out.

No, hummingbird, not quite yet.

Slowing my thrusts to an agonizing pace, I look down to where we connect then reach around and spread her lips wide, making slow intentional sweeps over her clit with the pad of my middle finger as her legs start to shake.

“Do you know why I love fucking you like this, little hummingbird?”

“Tease,” Brinley accuses as her eyes turn to blue fire in the mirror, watching me take her deep and slow.

“Answer the question, greedy girl.”

“Why?” she half moans as I increase the pace.

“Besides the obvious, that it’s a fucking beautiful sight”—thrust—“I love watching you struggle. I love to see you fight to take in every single inch of me.”

“More,” she says in a whisper as I increase my pace everywhere.

“There’s nowhere else I want to be. I want to live inside you”—thrust—“Come now, Brinley,” I tell her, grabbing her hand and replacing my fingers on her clit with her own.

She immediately takes over and it’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. I grip her curvy hips tight and fuck into her harder and harder while she plays with her pussy. I take in every part of her in the mirror, my balls churning as her eyes flutter closed and her mouth pops open. I reach around to her throat and pull her head level. Her eyes pop open.

“Keep them open, I want those eyes while you use me, use my cock, show me how well you can make yourself come.”

I watch over Brinley’s shoulder in the mirror as she works her fingers over her clit, her tits bounce. She speeds up, she slows down, her free hand grips the counter. She’s not self conscious in any way and it’s beautiful to see her lose every inhibition she has right here before me.

“I’m coming,” she cries, and fuck, so am I. The vision of her falling apart is too much as my release consumes me, holding me hostage as I spill into her with some form of “my perfect fucking cunt” and her name.

Our chests rise and fall, and we come down as Brinley reaches a hand up behind her, to the back of my neck, leaning into me. I slide a hand possessively over her stomach and lean down to kiss her.

“Have you ever been in love?” she asks, catching my gaze in the mirror. I tip my head to hers and take in the stunning sight before me.

Us, together. Perfectly imperfect.

“No.” I answer simply.

Her blue eyes turn to mine in the mirror. I bend down to kiss her shoulder and try to explain.

“What is love?” I ask.

She doesn’t answer, she just keeps her eyes on mine so I continue.

“The day I met you was a rift in time. From that rift forward, there is only before I met you and all the days to follow. I just don’t think the word love means enough to describe that.”

Her lips turn up in a smile and she closes her eyes, satisfied with my answer. I kiss her neck. It’s the most honest thing I’ve ever told another living soul.

The ride to the St. Henry’s cabin is slow going with a thick fog ahead of a warm front. When we arrive, I’m ready to get this deal done and go home to the hot, naked body in my bed.

The cabin is used as one of our storage cabins for a reason. It’s quiet, secluded and off the radar. It’s also in the dead zone between Chatham and Liberty Counties that neither sheriff’s jurisdiction ever wants to touch.

“Where is he?” I ask Jake, getting off my bike. It’s 9:05 p.m., he’s already late. I pull my helmet off and set it on the back of my bike, looking up at the sky. The fog is thick still but beyond that the night is clear and stars litter the sky.

I smirk at her response, picturing all the ways I’m going to sink into her when I get home. I’ve never been more grateful to have such a secure property since she needed a safe place to be.

I flinch as the sound of a twig crunching under a boot startles me and it’s a lot closer than Jake was when I turned around.

“The fuck?” I find Jake two feet from me, raising his hand that grips some sort of pipe. It comes down in slow motion.I don’t even have time to pull my gun before it connects with my skull.

“Sorry, bro—it’s not personal, just business…” His voice echoes as everything goes dark.