“I hate Christmas carols,” I grunt.
“You didn’t say that when you were wiggling around to them the other night,” Jaybird teases, poking my side.
“I was drinking and had a half naked woman around, it makes a difference.”
“Fun spoiler,” Ciara whines.
“Come on Muff,” Eb’s cries in that cute ass little voice. “Sing sing!”
I groan. “You know I love ya baby girl, but there ain’t no way I’m singin’.”
“Aw,” she pouts. “You’re mean.”
“Don’t try and make me feel bad, baby!”
“I love you, Muffy!”
I groan and then laugh. “You’re a terror, Ebony!”
Jaybird laughs. “She takes after her momma!”
“That she does,” I grin, reaching across and gripping her hand. “Go on, keep singing ladies!”
“Wooooo!” Ciara giggles. “Deck the halls...”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t wipe the damned smile off my face.
This Christmas shit is getting to me.
Chapter 11
Janine
“Oh, god,” I whimper, arching my back.
“Shhhh,” Muff growls against my pussy. “Silence, baby.”
It’s hard to be silent when he’s got that divine mouth on my pussy, and his tongue is licking and twirling, bringing me to the edge. I’m propped up on the washing machine, feet on Muff’s shoulders. His mouth is driving me crazy, and he damn well knows it. I came in here to put some wash cloths away, and ended up pressed against the washing machine, with Muff’s mouth in my pussy.
“Janine?” My mother calls, knocking on the door. “Are you in there?”
“Answer her, baby,” Muff whispers, swiping his tongue up my flesh.
“Um,” I croak. “Yes.”
“Why is the door locked?”
God.
Muff bites my clit.
“I...oh...” I swallow. “I needed to get c-c-changed.”
“Are you ill?”
I wish.
“No, I just spilt some,” Muff bites my clit and I bite my lip. I take a deep breath and finish my sentence. “I...spilt some cranberry juice on my dress.”
“Oh, well, where’s Brian?”
I bite my tongue to stop a groan as Muff slides his fingers inside my damp pussy.
“Um, I don’t know,” I cry out loudly.
“I need him to help me move some wood.”
“A-a-ask Cade.”
She’s silent a minute. Oh god, I want to come so bad.
“Ok, I’ll go and ask Cade.”
I hear her footsteps disappear, and I arch again, feeling my body explode beneath Muff’s mouth. I shove a hand over my mouth as I shake with each burst of pleasure shooting up my spine. Muff sucks and licks me until every shudder is gone, then he slowly moves up my body, jerking his jeans down as he goes. He positions himself between my legs and grips my thighs, pulling me down and putting my legs around his hips.
Then he’s inside me, deep and hard.
“So fuckin’ sweet.”
He slides out, groaning, and the plunges back in. Fuck. Oh fuck.
“M-M-Muff,” I rasp.
“Hang on for me, Jaybird,” he growls.
His hips work harder, faster, and his eyes become lusty. I watch his jaw flex and pull as he tilts his hips, driving home. I shudder and reach up, gripping his shoulders. He lifts me off the machine and turns, pressing me against the wall. He tangles one hand in my hair, while the other grips my ass, using it to drive his thrusts. He fucks me harder and harder until I’m coming around him, teeth sinking into the flesh on his chest.
“Fuck, fuck, aw,” he hisses, and I feel him coming inside me with deep, hard bursts.
I keep my teeth in his flesh until we both stop shuddering, then slowly I remove my mouth, dropping my head onto his shoulder and exhaling loudly. Muff runs a hand through my tangled locks.
“Best fuck me hair ever,” he chuckles hoarsely.
“You’re an ass,” I giggle, unhooking my legs and letting my dress drop. “I have to change my dress now, and that sucks, I like this dress.”
He grins, stepping forward and flicking my nose. “I like that dress too, it looks nice with my come all over it.”
I gape and look down, sure enough there’s evidence of our moment together. I groan loudly, and pull it off, turning and washing it in the sink. “I’ll get you for that, Muff!”
He slaps my backside. “Am I going out the back door?”
“Rebel.”
“Am so.”
I spin, giving him a grin. “Make sure you’re quiet about it, yeah?”
He winks at me. “Always, lover.”
I laugh softly as he ducks out the laundry door and disappears. I find myself a new outfit, thankful there’s some clean clothes in here, and I head back out. As soon as I walk out, Spike walks over, slapping me on the back. “You think we don’t know what you two just did in there? Fuckin’ walls rocked.”
I flush. “Oh my god.”
“Don’t worry, J. No one else heard,” he grins, winking at me before turning and walking off.
Bloody bikers.
I love them.
~*~*~*~
Janine.
“The bell doesn’t go there!” Addison says from the couch, slapping Cade on the ass when he reaches up once more and tries to put the bell on the tree.
He groans and drops his head back with a sigh. “Fuck me woman, where does it go?”
Addison crosses her arms and pouts. “It goes right at the top.”
“Thought the star was meant to go at the top,” Cade grins, looking over his shoulder at her. He’s winding her up, it’s cute.
“Our tree is different, just like us. It has to go on the top.”
He rolls his eyes and places it on the top of the tree. Danny comes tearing into their cabin then, running right into the tree because he’s being chased by Ebony. Bells go flying everywhere, and Addison pouts as her bell goes toppling off the tree and rolling across the room. I guess that bell just wasn’t meant to be there.
“Ah shit, Danny boy,” Cade grins, leaning down and scooping him up. “You’re gonna knock Aunt Addi’s precious tree down.”
“Asshole,” Addi mutters.
Jackson and Serenity walk into the room then, followed by my mother and Muff. They’re all carrying food. Ciara skips in a moment later, holding Ava.
“There’s my baby sister,” Addison says, reaching out. “Gimme.”
Ciara hugs Ava close. “Nah uh, she’s mine.”
“Now ladies,” Jackson grins. “Sharing is caring. Though I think Addi gets dibs, being the big sister and all...”
“Eat a di...” Ciara begins, but Spike comes into the room, giving her a warning look.
“Careful Tomcat, kids around.”
Ciara rolls her eyes. “Oh, and you can talk, biker of the year.”
Spike laughs and walks over, scooping Ava from her arms. “You like Uncle Spike the best, hey baby girl.”
“Ugh,” Ciara grins.
I roll my eyes and laugh, sitting down beside Addi on the couch.
“How are you feeling?”
She smiles. “Really good, I am sick in the mornings again, that’s a good thing I hear.”
I rub her belly. “Little miracle baby.”
“Damn right he is,” Cade grins, shoving a ball onto the tree and grunting at it when it won’t go on.
“He...it might be a she,” I point out.
He shakes his head. “Nah, strong male genes right here. Goin’ to be a he.”
“And if it’s not,” Addi challenges.
“Then I’ll spoilt the living shit out of her, and kill any fucker who comes near her.”
“That’s the spirit!” Jackson says from behind us. “Grandad will be in on that.”
Addi rolls her eyes. “I have no hope.”
I giggle. “None at all.”
Muff walks over to me, leaning
down and handing me a beer. “What about you, Jaybird? Goin’ to pop me out one soon?”
I lean back and look up at him. “Depends.”
“On?”
“Whether or not they’re going to have gorgeous red hair and blue eyes.”
“Don’t know where you’ll find a man for that,” he teases.
“Nah,” I laugh. “Me either!”
“So, who’s ready for Christmas tomorrow?” Serenity says, lifting Ebony into her arms and swinging her around.
“I am, Santa is bringing me a Barbie!”
“Is he now?” she grins. “I guess you better be a good girl then.”
“Ain’t she always?” Muff laughs.
“Of course,” I chuckle.
Always.
Chapter 12
Janine
“A Barbie, a Barbie!” Ebony cries, tossing the wrapping paper aside and squealing with delight.
“There’s somethin’ real special about seein’ kids at Christmas,” Jackson grins, sipping on his coffee.
“Fuck yeah,” Spike laughs watching Danny rip into his present.
Ava drools on her wrapping paper, completely fascinated by it. I smile at the little girl.
It’s just perfect.
Exactly how it’s meant to be.
“What’d ya get there, Danny boy?” Cade says to his nephew.
“Truck!” Danny grins, lifting a big red truck into the air.
“Oh yeah!” Jackson claps.
“Surprised it ain’t a bike,” Cade grins towards Spike.
“That’s what Uncle Muff is for,” Muff says, handing Danny a present.
It contains a toy motorbike. I smile and tuck myself into Muff’s side.
“So original, you are,” I beam.
“You know me,” he grins, looking down at me. “Always thinking outside the square.”
“Bikes mean family,” Jackson says, smiling at Danny. “You always got family here boy.”
“Aw shit daddy,” Addison groans. “Don’t make me cry.”
Jackson winks at her, and we all sit and watch the kids unwrap their presents.
Seeing the joy on their faces, makes it all worthwhile for us.
Christmas isn’t about presents, it’s about giving and sharing.
It’s about family.
And while this isn’t perfect, it’s our family and together we’re unbreakable.
Perfection can only be seen if we choose to see it.
And perfection can be found in the oddest of places.
Even in a bikers heart.
EPILOGUE
“Oh my god,” I whisper, leaning down and stroking the soft dark locks of Addison and Cade’s little girl.
“Isn’t she divine?” Addi smiles, her eyes filling with tears.
“Oh Addi, she’s perfect, like an angel.”
Cade walks into the room, followed by Spike and the two of them stop and smile at Addison cradling her gorgeous daughter.
“Did you pick a name?” I whisper, stroking the little girls perfect cheeks.
“We’re calling her Skye, after Cade’s grandmother.”
“That’s gorgeous, and it suits her,” I beam.
Cade walks over and lifts the tiny bundle from Addi’s arms. I watch with a warmth in my heart as he presses Skye’s face to his, breathing her in. He looks huge compared to her, and so scary in all his colors, yet seeing his expression when he looks down at his daughter is truly mind blowing. It’s filled with love, and admiration, and pride. He lifts his eyes to Addison and there I see his complete heart. She is his heart, it’s written all over his face.
I reach down and stroke my rounding belly.
Very soon that will be Muff and I.
We’re expecting our first baby in three months time.
Addi smiles over at me, and her eyes glimmer with pride. “Want a cuddle?”
“Oh, soon,” I smile, watching Cade.
Spike is standing at the door, his eyes soft. He watches the little girl in Cade’s arms, and he has a lazy half smile on his face.
“You two did a damn fine job,” he grins. “She’s pretty good!”
“My best work yet,” Cade laughs softly. “Hardest too.”
“Hey,” Addi giggles, slapping his thigh. “The hard work hasn’t started yet.”
“No,” he smiles down at his daughter. “But I’ll be ready for it.”
I have no doubt he will.
~*~*~*~
ANOTHER THREE MONTHS LATER
“Muff,” I cry, gripping my stomach and crunching over.
“You’re doin’ real well baby, real well,” he says, rubbing tiny circles into my back.
“It hurts!” I whimper, lifting the gas and pressing it to my lips, inhaling.
“You’re nearly there,” the midwife says, encouraging me on. “Keep pushing.”
“I...oh....please get it out,” I wail as another contraction rips through my body.
“Come on, you’re doing good, push Janine,” the nurse keeps encouraging.
“Come on baby, you got this,” Muff says, stroking my back again.
I close my eyes and I push, and I push, until I hear the words I’ve been dying to hear. “We have a head.”
It’s so close, so close and I get to meet my baby. It’s what spurs me on, it’s what gives me the strength to take another deep breath and push again. I give it everything I’ve got, and when I hear that crackly little cry, I know I’ve done it. I slump backwards, sobbing with relief as I hear those three, beautiful words. “It’s a boy.”
A boy.
A baby Muff.
I smile through my haze and lift my blurry eyes to see Muff staring at the tiny bundle in the nurses arms, his mouth is open, his eyes are wide and filled with tears and his chest is rising and falling with deep, emotional breaths. He walks over slowly, leaning down to stroke a finger across our baby’s head.
“He’s...he’s got red hair,” he chokes.
I laugh hoarsely, and meet his gaze when he turns to me.
“He’s...fuckin’ perfect.”
The nurse gives him a shocked look, but my heart simply melts. In Muff’s world, that means there’s nothing better. When the nurse walks over, and places him in my arms, I feel my eyes well with tears. Muff is right, he’s fucking perfect. He’s got locks and locks of thick, red hair and his skin is creamy and soft. His eyes are still the dark blue all babies are, but I bet they’re going to be just like Muff’s. He’s divine. I feel a tear slide down my cheek as I stroke my son’s face.
“He’s perfect,” I rasp.
“He’s ours,” Muff whispers. “All ours baby.”
“W-w-what will we call him?”
Muff lifts his eyes to meet mine. “He looks like a Max to me.”
I smile, stroking my son’s red hair. “Max it is.”
“Welcome to the world, little buddy.”
I look at my son, and my man, and I know one thing in that very moment.
Life isn’t always perfect, and sometimes it takes us on paths we don’t understand.
But there’s always a reason.
Everything has a reason.
And the thing I’ve learned in the last year of my life, is that Muff is my reason.
It’s as simple as that.
THE END
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CIARA
“Danny!” I yell, running through the house after my son. It’s not an easy task, considering I’m pregnant, round, and my son has his father’s energy.
I lost a baby recently, I was due only about four months after Addison and Cade had Skye but there was complications half way through – we found out our baby didn’t have a bladder or kidneys. It was heartbreaking and we had to go through the grueling pain of losing our tiny little son. It took us a few months of grieving before we found out we were expecting again. It wasn’t easy to accept, but we moved onwards and upwards¸ and were delighted when we found out we were having a healthy
baby. We couldn’t be happier.
“Catch me, Momma!” he cries in his cute voice. Damn that voice. Damn him and his gorgeous personality.
“Momma can’t catch you baby,” I cry out, stopping to drop down with my hands on me knees. God, I can’t breathe.
I lift my head and realize I can’t hear him anymore. With a deep sigh, I force myself up, placing my hands on my belly, and then I rush quickly towards the door. I just step through and go to round the corner when I go crashing into a hard, divine wall of muscle. Spike. With a sigh, I melt into him. I take a moment to just breathe in that musky, manly scent.
“Danny boy givin’ you hell, Tom Cat?”
I groan. “Hell doesn’t even cover it. That boy has far too much energy.”
He chuckles and pulls back, placing his hands on my belly. He does this every day, as if checking our baby is still okay. I look up at him and smile. God he’s beautiful, the years will never change how utterly amazing Spike truly is. He grins down at me, and my own grin turns sly.
“Stop lookin’ at me like that, Tom Cat. You know I can’t give you any while you’re...you know...”
“Fat?” I suggest. “Round? Swollen?”
He rolls his eyes. “You ain’t fat, baby. You’re perfect. I can see your ass just fine and it’s nice.”
“Nice?” I pout. “Nice?”
“Sexy,” he grins, leaning down and sliding his lips across my jaw. “It’s an ass I’d like to fuck.”
I shudder. “My ass can’t be fucked, honey.”
“Why not?” he murmurs, nipping my neck as he slides down lower. His hands catch my sides and he pulls me as close as he can get me with this belly in the way.
“I’m too nice. Nice girls don’t fuck with their ass.”
He grumbles and drops to his knees, pressing his face to my belly. “Your momma hates me, little guy.”
“It is not a little guy,” I frown. “Do not curse me with another junior Spike!”
“Daddy!”
We both look over to see Danny bounding in. He’s got a hand full of sticks, mud and leaves. How the fuck did he get that all in such a short time? I open my mouth to cry out as he trails mud over my floors, but Spike gets there first.
“Buddy,” he says. “You can’t drag mud through the house. Mommy has to clean it and we know it makes her very, very angry,” he gets to his feet and scoops Danny up. “And while Daddy likes when Mommy is angry, we can’t have her giving birth on the floor.”