Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
My gaze landed on my adopted brother, Gunner, and his twin, Hannah. They were going on sixteen and already finding their place within the club. In some ways, I thought Hannah was even more of a force to be reckoned with than Gunner. I grinned, hoping if we had a girl she’d be just like my sister.
Adults ate and drank. A couple of the kids’ dogs bounded around the room looking for scraps and cuddles. But the only person I saw was Willa. Well, until Trucker stepped up beside me.
“I still owe you a beatin’, you bastard.” Yeah. Gonna be a long road with this one.
“Dad, you promised.” Willa frowned at her father. She’d opted to take the hard line with him, not backing down an inch. She’d claimed me in front of most of all the officers and most of the club, and she stood by that claim. A couple of the club girls had given her pushback, but at least one of those girls now avoided Willa like the plague. I had no idea what went down and apparently only Willa and Dawn were around when it happened, but I was proud of my woman for standing her ground. She’d lived in the club all her life and knew what she had to do to defend her territory. It was good to know she could and would. I was one lucky bastard.
“I got eyes on you, Cyclone. I will be watching. You mistreat my daughter, me and you gonna have a round.”
I grinned. “No worries there.” I smiled down at my woman. “Willa has my heart.”
Trucker just grunted, still looking disgruntled.
As the night went on, the party began to wind down. Most of the club members and their women and children dispersed, and only a few stragglers remained. Willa and I stood in the center of the room, lost in our own world. A couple of the brothers gave me shit about being pussy whipped, but I just flipped them off. Several of them had their own women they adored so I knew there was no real heat in their ribbing.
I brushed a strand of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. “I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot after we both sobered up, Willa. I handled myself badly.”
She grinned up at me. “Yes. You did. But you came through in the end, so I forgive you.”
I smiled back, relieved. “You’re an incredible woman, you know that?”
Willa chuckled. “I am indeed.”
We were silent for a few moments, lost in our own thoughts. Then, she spoke softly. “I love you, Cyclone. I think I always have.”
“I love you too, honey.” I winked at her. “Let’s get out of here. I need to unwrap my present.”
“Oh?” Her arms slid around my neck, and she pressed her body against mine.
“Yeah. It’s currently wrapped in a shimmering green gown. Got me hard as fuck.”
Her grin turned positively wicked. “In that case, let’s get going.”
We left the common room and made our way to our rooms inside the Bones clubhouse on the third floor with the other officers’ quarters. As I shut the door and pulled Willa into my arms, I couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man in the Goddamned world. I had a club of brothers who’d lay down their lives for me, the woman I loved by my side, and my child growing in her belly.
I had the best Christmas I’d ever imagined. I had my woman. And I was never letting her go.