Cyclops
I’d never thought I’d have an old lady, much less a wife. Leigha slept soundly beside me in the bed, and yet, I found myself wide awake. She looked peaceful. Angelic. The way she curled so trustingly against me made my chest ache with an unfamiliar feeling. I wanted her to be happy here. Even though she visited, hoping to go on a few dates, moving here was another matter. Because she’d chosen to stay with me, she was giving up everything she knew.
I knew her family had made her feel overprotected and maybe even suffocated, but she loved them as much as they loved her. How long before she wanted to see her siblings or her parents? The Dixie Reapers might not be across the country, but it was a longer drive than heading into Nashville or even riding over to Chattanooga. I’d feel like an asshole if she wanted to visit her family and I had to say no. Having her drive so far on her own would leave me unsettled, especially after the way we met. It might be a while before I let her travel that far without me being by her side.
Great. Now I was a controlling asshole. Not something I’d ever aspired to become. But if anything happened to her… No, I wouldn’t even think about it. How the hell had someone come to mean so much to me so fast? If I were honest with myself, I’d admit the moment she’d looked at me in that alley, I’d been hers.
“What am I going to do with you, kitten?” I ran my fingers through her hair.
Rolling to my back and pushing up so I could lean against the headboard, I reached for the notebook beside the table. I’d already started jotting down a few things to include in our new home. I wanted to expand the shower, add another showerhead, and have the bench take up the entire length of two walls. Now that I knew she was open to exploring sexually, I wanted more room to play.
Our bedroom was a decent size right now. She was right about needing a door and a way to keep the kids from being too nosy. I liked having a loft overlooking the lower level. I flipped the page and made a rough sketch. Instead of the bed being in that section, we could make it a sitting area with a wall separating it from the bedroom. I wanted enough room for the furniture we had already, plus I wanted to add a comfortable chair and a mirror. If my sexy woman liked the toys I’d ordered, I wouldn’t mind expanding the collection, which would mean we’d need a locked chest as well.
I went back to my list and made a note of other things Leigha liked about our current home. Mostly, I wanted to keep the same design. But expand it. We’d need at least four bedrooms downstairs. Although she said she wanted a large family. What if she decided four kids weren’t enough? I knew they could share a room, but it wasn’t like Beast would tell me to keep it small.
I picked up my phone to text him. Master bedroom and bathroom upstairs with sitting area. Five bedrooms and three baths downstairs. Problem with any of that?
I hit send and went back to writing and sketching. The kitchen would need to be twice as big, and we’d need a formal dining area. Didn’t mean we had to use a fancy table, but I wanted a space big enough for us, at least fix or six kids, and maybe even a few grandkids. Whatever house we built would be the one we kept until we died.
I looked up rustic dining sets and decided on a fourteen-foot table. I sent the link to myself, then noted the dimensions so I could make sure the dining room would be large enough. My phone chimed, and I bit my lip so I wouldn’t laugh out loud at his reply.
Exactly how many kids are you having?
I quickly texted back. As many as she wants. She said at least four.
The phone rang, and I answered with a quick glance at Leigha to make sure the sound hadn’t woken her. She still slept, and I relaxed.
“Hey, Pres,” I mumbled.
“She sleeping?”
“Yeah, right next to me. Just making notes for the new house. Didn’t want to go so big you told me there wasn’t enough space, but she wants a big family and I want the same thing. But she made a comment about sharing rooms and bathrooms with her siblings, and how little privacy she always had. While some of the kids may have to share a room, and certainly a bathroom, I didn’t want them to feel as closed in as she did.”
“Where are you wanting it built?” he asked. I described the area, explaining why I’d chosen that spot. “I can’t say we won’t ever need more homes back that way, but yours will be the only one for a while. Possibly ever. Make the damn thing as big as you want, but you’re chipping in on supplies. I’m sure one of the Prospects would love to have your current home whenever you move, but we have a few more who will hopefully patch in soon. Plus Leigha’s brother, if he prospects for us.”
“You really don’t care if it’s bigger than your place?” I asked. “I’m not even an officer in the club. I don’t want anyone to think I’m trying to overstep.”
“Cyclops, most of us don’t want more than two or three kids. Hell, only five of us have women. You want enough kids to have your own baseball team, then make sure you have enough room for them. No one’s going to give you shit about it. If they do, they can answer to me,” he said.
“Thanks, Pres. I just want the house to be perfect. She likes this one, so I want something similar, just on a larger scale.”
“Get me your notes and sketches whenever you have them ready. I’ll get the same architect to draw up the plans and hire a crew. Might take a year, possibly more with the size house you want.”
“We’re fine living in this one for now,” I said.
“Y’all need anything else? Got enough groceries? I know she didn’t bring all her stuff with her. Leigha need more clothes or anything?”
“We’re good. I’ll order anything we need and have someone pick it up. Already got groceries, and we’re ready for Lucifer whenever he gets here.”
“Speaking of that…” Beast cleared his throat. “I spoke with Charming and Badger. They’re both sending someone, and whoever the Devil’s Fury sends will bring Lucifer. Should be here in two days. I told them not to rush since we’re trying to give the two of you some bonding time.”
“I appreciate it. She’s so excited about the cat.”
“Good. I’ve had a nice long talk with Lyssa. She’s really sorry if she made Leigha feel like she wasn’t wanted here. I guess her heart was in the right place, trying to get Leigha and Foster together, even if what she did was flat out wrong. I asked how she’d have liked it if someone meddled and said we didn’t make sense together. Think it put it into perspective for her.” He sighed. “I honestly think part of it is hormones.”
“Wait. Is Lyssa pregnant again?” I asked.
“She hasn’t told anyone, but yeah. She’s only about eight weeks. With Mikhaila being so small, we’d hoped we were wrong. I love my girls, but they’re exhausting.”
“Congrats, Pres. You wanting a boy this time?”
He laughed. “I don’t think I’m that lucky. Looks like I’m doomed to have all daughters. Good thing I’m well-armed.”
“I don’t care if we have all girls or all boys. The thought of having kids with Leigha… I can’t even find the words to express how it makes me feel. I told her if we’re lucky by the end of this short honeymoon, she’ll be pregnant. If she’s not already.”
“Get back to staring at your woman, and don’t tell me you weren’t. I remember how those first days were. I’m glad the two of you found each other. I hope you have a lot of happy years together.”
I smiled as I ended the call and set the phone aside. I faced Leigha and realized I’d woken her. The fact she was smiling at least meant she wasn’t angry about it.
“I can’t wait to have kids with you too,” she said.
“Want to practice some more?” I asked.
She giggled and rolled toward me. “Is that all you think about? Sex?”
“When my sexy wife is lying next to me… naked? Of course. What the hell else would I think about?”
She traced hearts on my abdomen. “We could cuddle and watch a movie, since we’re both awake. Maybe pop some popcorn. Make it a stay-at-home date?”
I kissed her forehead. “If that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll do.”
She went up on her knees and crawled across me. I groaned as she flashed her pussy and couldn’t help but reach out and touch her. My fingers grazed her slit, making her freeze before she’d crawled off the bed.
Leigha turned her head and stared at me, her eyes dark and lips parted. I brushed her clit. Once. Twice. Her eyes slid shut, and she moaned. I teased her another moment before smacking her ass and giving her a nudge off the bed.
“Come on. You said you wanted a movie.”
She sputtered and puffed up. “What? That was before you… you…”
I grinned and took her hand, leading her downstairs. While she found the popcorn in the cabinet, I washed my hands, then got out a large bowl. She popped our treat, and I gathered drinks and napkins. When it finished, I dumped the snack into the plastic bowl and carried it to the living room.
“Are we really going to sit on your leather couch naked?”
“Our couch,” I corrected. “There’s a blanket in the hall closet if you want to grab it. We’ll put it down, but I rather like seeing you walk around without clothes. The doors are locked, so no one is going to surprise us by walking in unannounced.”
“Fine.”
I shook my head as she flounced out of the room, clearly still miffed I hadn’t let her come. Little did she realize I had a plan. She’d said she wanted to watch a movie, but she hadn’t said what kind. I queued up a soft porn I thought she might enjoy and started it when she walked into the room.
Leigha froze mid-step, her jaw dropped, and her eyes going wide as she stared at the TV. “What the hell did you put on?”
“Something I think we’ll both enjoy.” I pointed to the couch, and she hurried over, laying out the blanket before we sat. I took my usual spot, and she curled up next to me, with the popcorn bowl on my thigh for easy reach. “Ever watched porn before?”
“Of course not,” she said, her brow furrowed. “Where would I have done that exactly? In the living room with my parents or younger siblings? Or maybe you thought I should have headed over to the clubhouse and watched it with the guys?”
I choked on the swallow of soda I’d just taken. “No.”
“Well, don’t ask stupid questions.”
Jesus. Just the thought of her watching something like this in a room full of guys made me want to hit someone. I could only imagine Foster’s reaction if she’d asked him to watch porn with her. I didn’t know the guy, but I disliked him immensely. Anyone who craved Leigha the way I did was on my shit list. She was mine, and I hoped the Dixie Reapers made sure that little fucker knew it.
We only made it fifteen minutes into the film before Leigha started to squirm. I noticed her nipples were hard little points, and I’d be willing to bet her pussy was soaked. The woman on screen moaned as the man pounded into her. With her hands bound over her head, she couldn’t get away from him. Not that she looked like she wanted to. Her thighs spread wider as he took her harder.
“Look like something you want to try?” I asked.
“Can we?”
“Kitten, we can do whatever you want in the bedroom. Within reason. We both have to consent to whatever we try, and I don’t want either of us getting hurt. Aside from that, I’m open to trying just about anything once.”
The couple on the screen changed positions, with the woman riding the man. Leigha tipped her head to the side. “Why is she facing the wrong way?”
“It’s called reverse cowgirl,” I said.
Moving the popcorn to the floor, I wiped my hands with the paper towels and motioned for her to come closer. My cock had been hard as granite since before the movie started. I helped position her and let Leigha set the pace. I placed my hands on her hips to help guide her.
“Keep watching the movie,” I said.
She eased down onto my cock and started riding me slow and steady. I reached up and cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples.
“Tucker!” She tipped her head back. “Oh, God! It feels…”
“Fucking amazing,” I said.
“I need more. Please, Tucker. I can’t… can’t move… fast enough.” She panted, and I felt her legs trembling.
“Want me to take over?” I asked. She nodded. I lifted her long enough to change positions. I flipped her so she faced the back of the couch and sank into her tight pussy. I gripped the couch frame with one hand and her hip with the other. “Hold on, kitten.”
She pushed back against me. “Make me come, Tucker.”
Slipping my hand from her hip down between her legs, I worked her clit as I thrust into her. Every stroke was harder than the last, until I worried we might break the couch. Her sweet cries were music to my ears. I fucked my beautiful wife until she came on my cock. She clenched down on my shaft, and it was enough to send me over the edge. I powered into her, filling her up with cum.
My heart pounded and sweat slicked my skin. I felt my dick twitch inside her, and I was loath to pull out. I loved being inside her.
“I think I like porn,” she mumbled.
“Then let’s watch another one. In our bedroom.”
I groaned as I slipped out of her and watched our mingled release slide down her thighs. Lifting her into my arms, I carried her back upstairs, and made her come so many times she nearly lost her voice.
* * *
Leigha
I lay on my stomach, a pillow under my hips, and Cyclops curved over my back, his cock still buried inside me. I’d thought older men had trouble going multiple times, or at least I’d heard the younger guys back home tease the older generation about it. It seemed they’d been wrong because Cyclops had no trouble in that department.
“Do you plan to wake me up every morning like this?” I asked.
“Not a bad idea.” He kissed my shoulder. “Want to stay in bed all day?”
“Is that your way of asking me to stay naked?” I smiled. I didn’t mind, especially if it meant more orgasms. I was already addicted to Cyclops. The man was lethal. One touch and I wanted more.
“Kitten, if I thought you’d agree, I’d ask you to lie back with your legs spread so I could look at your pussy all day. I especially like it covered in my cum.”
I sighed and closed my eyes, a feeling of contentment settling deep in my bones. “Think we’ve made a baby yet?”
“I don’t know, honey. But I’m afraid if we keep going, you’re not going to be able to sit for a while. Let’s give your body a rest. Want a hot bath?”
I nodded. “That sounds nice.”
“I’ll get the tub going. While you soak, I’ll make us something to eat. Any requests?”
“Waffles? Do we even have a waffle maker?”
“We don’t, but I can get someone to pick up a waffle from the diner.”
I reached out and laced our fingers together. “That’s not necessary, but it’s sweet of you to offer. Pancakes would hit the spot too. We can buy a waffle maker next time we’re able to go shopping. I want to check them out in person to pick the one I like.”
He leaned down and kissed me. “All right. Wait here a minute.”
I watched him walk into the bathroom and wondered if all men looked that sexy when they didn’t have clothes on. There wasn’t a single thing I’d discovered about Cyclops that I didn’t like. The thought of spending the rest of my life with him made me so incredibly happy.
When he came back out of the bathroom, I got up and met him halfway across the room. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I went up on tiptoe to kiss him. He tangled his fingers in my hair, deepening the kiss. My toes curled, and I sighed.
“Enjoy your bath. I’ll keep the food warm until you come down.” He trailed his nose down mine.
“Thank you. For everything.”
He placed his palm against my cheek. “Kitten, I’m the one who should thank you. I didn’t realize how empty my life was until I had that coffee with you. I know things are still new between us, but I will never regret making you mine. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”
My eyes misted with tears, and I kissed him once more before hurrying into the bathroom. I didn’t know how he could be so damn sexy one second and endearing the next. I had the entire package with Cyclops. Badass biker, and big teddy bear. In some ways, he reminded me of my dad and Uncle Saint. Although, I doubted Cyclops had ever been a man of God, unlike my father.
I sank into the hot water and closed my eyes. He’d been right about me being sore. I felt swollen and puffy, maybe even bordering on raw. The water stung some but relaxed my muscles at the same time. I skimmed my hand over the water and tried to let my mind drift. I wondered if anyone would come with Logan or if he’d be alone. I should have asked him to bring some of my things. Maybe my mother would think to box up some stuff, or at least pack more of my favorite clothes.
When the water began to chill, I let it drain and got out, wrapping a large towel around me. I had to admit I felt better. Any tenderness had gone away. Since I didn’t know what to expect downstairs, I pulled on a pair of panties and my pajamas. The tank and shorts didn’t cover much, but at least I wouldn’t walk into the kitchen naked.
I heard voices and crept closer, not wanting to disturb Cyclops if it was club business. Then I recognized my uncle’s voice.
“He may cause problems,” Uncle Saint said. “Just try not to kill the dumbass.”
“As long as he respects that she’s mine, we won’t have an issue.”
Who were they talking about? I poked my head around the doorway and Cyclops spotted me. He motioned me into the room. I stopped partway to hug my uncle before going to my husband. I still felt giddy inside when I realized he was mine in all ways.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Foster came with Logan,” Uncle Saint said. “He brought the club truck, so your mom tossed more of your things into the back. I thought it would be best if I delivered them.”
“It’s all in the living room,” Cyclops said. “You can put it away later. Right now, you need to eat. And put on more clothes.”
My uncle rolled his eyes. “I helped change her diapers, and I’m her family. To me, she’ll always be a little girl.”
“I meant before Foster and Logan decide to drop by. I doubt they’ll wait for her to come to them,” Cyclops said.
“Good point.” Uncle Saint ran a hand through his hair. “I’m heading over to the clubhouse. I’ll try to wrangle the two of them long enough for you to eat and dress.”
Cyclops pulled a plate out of the oven and set it on the table. The three pancakes made my mouth water as I took a seat. He set the butter and syrup out before retrieving his own place, then sat next to me.
“How are they still warm?” I asked, as the butter melted on top.
“I turned on the oven while I made the pancakes. Not enough to damage the plates, but it kept enough heat to keep our food warm.”
I took a bite and nearly moaned. It was so good. “Keep feeding me like this and I’ll get fat.”
He glared. “The only way you’re getting fat is if you’re pregnant. Not that it matters. I don’t care if you’re the size you are now or weigh over two hundred pounds. You’ll still be you.”
I sighed and gave him a sappy smile. He said the sweetest things. “You’re almost too good to be true.”
“Would you prefer I be a dick? I’m sure I can come up with something that will have you calling me an asshole instead.”
I shook my head. “No, thanks. I like you just the way you are.”
“If you’re finished eating, we should get ready. I believe our honeymoon is officially over. I know your brother will want to see you, and Beast is probably ready to put a plan into place to save those girls.”
I nodded. “I’ll hurry. It makes my stomach twist and turn, thinking about all the fun we’ve had together the last two days while those girls were being raped and abused.”
He reached over to take my hand. “Hey, none of that. Beast needed time to get a plan together. Even if you and I hadn’t taken the last two days to get better acquainted, those girls wouldn’t be any closer to being rescued. None of this is your fault.”
No matter what he said, it wouldn’t ease my guilt. Having felt the fear of that man tearing at my clothes, I wondered if that’s what they went through every day. Had they given up hope of anyone coming for them?
Hurrying upstairs, I changed into a pair of jeans and a plain navy tee. I hoped my Harley Davidson boots were in the box downstairs. I tugged on some socks and went downstairs to check. I found them at the bottom, under some of my favorite clothes, and quickly put them on.
Cyclops stepped into the room, already dressed and wearing his cut. His hair hung loosely around his shoulders, and my fingers itched to braid it. I hadn’t been brave enough to ask if I could. I knew my dad kept his braided when it was longer. But not all men liked having their hair styled that way.
“Beast doesn’t have your property cut yet, but it should be ready in another day or two. Everyone knows you’re mine, except the club whores. Since I haven’t been to the clubhouse other than for Church a few days ago, I haven’t seen any of them. If they start shit, handle it however you see fit.”
I wasn’t sure how to take that. Did he want me to punch one of them if they started something? I wasn’t like Venom’s daughter, Farrah, or even Lyssa, for that matter. Would he be disappointed if I tried a nice approach first? After all, they were women like me, right? Surely they would see reason. I’d heard stories about club whores and knew some were pure trouble. It didn’t mean they were all that way, though.
I took Cyclops’ hand, and he led me out of the house and to his bike. I got on behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He eased it down the driveway, then pulled out onto the street. The small curvy lane winding through the compound didn’t really give him a chance to open her up, but I enjoyed the ride just the same. I leaned into him and closed my eyes.
We arrived all too soon, and I spotted my brother’s bike right away. I couldn’t help but smile. It felt like forever since I’d seen Logan, and I’d missed him. Rushing inside, I scanned the interior of the clubhouse. The club whores were easy enough to spot, in their mostly naked state. I didn’t know if they were still here from the previous night, or if they were starting their day early. I would have thought this behavior was more of a nighttime thing. Apparently not.
“Logan!” I scanned the room again, not seeing them. Then I heard my name. I looked up at the balcony and waved like an idiot at my twin brother. He shook his head, a smile on his lips, before he disappeared from view. I saw him a moment later, coming down the hallway that I assumed led to Church, and it seemed the stairs as well.
I threw myself into his arms and hugged him tight. “Damn, you’d think we’d been apart for months.”
I gripped a handful of his artfully styled faux hawk and yanked, making him curse and drop me. Sticking my tongue out, I folded my arms and glared at him. Before I could say anything, two arms wrapped around me from behind and lifted me off the floor. By the scent, I knew it wasn’t Cyclops. I tensed and looked over my shoulder, meeting Foster’s gaze.
“Good to see you, Leigha. I don’t get a hug like that?”
“No,” I said with a bit of bite. “Put me down, Foster.”
He frowned and set me on my feet. “No need to be so pissy.”
“Fuck you, Foster. Nice didn’t work. Your dad pulling you away from me also didn’t sink into your thick head. I wasn’t interested then, and I’m damn sure not now.” I narrowed my gaze at him and took a step closer to my brother. Logan threw his arm around my shoulders and hugged me to his side.
“That better be your fucking twin,” Cyclops muttered as he entered the clubhouse.
I smiled and held my hand out to him. “Of course, it is! Logan, meet Cyclops. My husband.”
“Are you shitting me?” Foster asked. “I thought Logan made that shit up. You haven’t even been gone a week and you’re married? And to…”
I punched Foster in the arm. “Shut up.”
Foster shook his head. “I don’t get it. Why do you want him and not me?”
“Yes, I’m married.” I stared at him, almost wishing he’d take a swing at Cyclops. Then I felt bad because I had no doubt my sexy hubby would knock him flat. I knew Foster’s comment had to do with Cyclops’ eye. My brother didn’t seem to mind it. If he did, I couldn’t tell.
“I take it this is Foster,” Cyclops said, making his way to my side. He shook Logan’s hand before facing the bane of my existence. “Keep away from my wife or we’re going to have a problem.”
Foster held up his hands. “I don’t poach. If I’d realized Logan was serious about Leigha being married, I wouldn’t have bothered tagging along. Then again, if I hadn’t, neither one would have any of their shit. The truck came in handy. I’d thought she just wanted to stay for a while, change of scenery and all that.”
I sighed. “Thank you for bringing my things, Foster. I appreciate it.”
He nodded and looked around. “Yeah, well… I also wanted to make sure you were all right. You may not want to date me, but it doesn’t mean I stopped caring. Maybe coming here wasn’t the best idea, especially after you went to another state just to get away from me.”
I wanted to reassure him that wasn’t why I’d left. Except I didn’t want to lie. He really had been part of it. Not all of the reason, but still.
Foster shoved his hands in his pockets. “So… the club pussy available to guests?”
“Well, that was fast,” I mumbled. Cyclops gave a nod, and I assumed Foster was free to hit up whatever club whore he wanted. “Go for it. Just remember, they may say no. It isn’t necessarily their version of foreplay, so try to listen.”
Foster grumbled under his breath as he walked off, but I hoped he took my words to heart. He was like a dog with a bone. Once he latched onto the idea of being with someone, he didn’t let go. After being on the receiving end of that attention, I felt bad for any woman he set his sights on. I wondered if I should call Uncle Bull and have a chat with him. Clearly Foster still struggled with what was and wasn’t acceptable behavior toward women.
I saw him chatting up two of the club whores and hoped one of them would find him charming enough to distract him a while.
A redhead came closer, folding her arms around her bare breasts as she approached. She glanced at me before quickly looking away, holding Cyclops’ gaze. “You’re married now?”
“I am,” he said, lacing his fingers with mine. “This is my wife, Leigha, and that’s her twin standing beside her. The club voted her in as my old lady, so she’ll have a property cut soon. We going to have any issues?”
The woman shook her head. Her cheeks flushed as she held my gaze. “You got one of the good ones. But I guess you already know that.”
“I do.” I smiled. “He’s more than I ever hoped for, and I keep thinking this must all be a dream. No way someone like him picked me. For whatever reason, he seems to like me.”
She bit her lip and glanced away for a moment. When her gaze clashed with mine again, I saw acceptance there. I didn’t know about the other club whores, but this one wouldn’t try to cause any problems. I was certain of it.
“Welcome to the Reckless Kings,” she said. “And congratulations on your marriage.”
“Thank you. What’s your name?”
She shook her head and backed up a step. I tugged on Cyclops’ hand, hoping he’d get the message. For whatever reason, this woman felt like she couldn’t talk to me. As long as she wasn’t trying to steal my man, I didn’t have any issue with her. Far be it from me to say who she could and couldn’t sleep with. Her life was hers to do with as she pleased. Maybe she enjoyed being with all the bikers. They were certainly easy on the eyes.
“Her name is Sonja, and yes, I’ve been with her in the past, but not for a while,” Cyclops said.
“It’s nice to meet you, Sonja,” I said.
She tipped her head to the side. “You’re different. Like Whisper. She doesn’t look down on us.”
“You serve a purpose here. Will I be nice if someone puts their hands on Cyclops? Probably not. But until any of you gives me a reason to be a bitch, I don’t see why I can’t be civil.”
Logan kissed the top of my head. “Proud of you, sis. Think your man is too.”
“Leigha is amazing. I’ve thought so from the moment I met her,” Cyclops said. “Now, why don’t you get her to show you our home? I need to catch up with Beast and find out if he’s calling Church anytime soon. I don’t have an issue with her riding on your bike.”
“Come on,” I said, taking Logan’s hand. “I think we’ve been dismissed.”
Cyclops swatted my ass, making me squeak. I shot him a glare over my shoulder and went outside with Logan. I couldn’t wait to show him our house and catch him up on everything he’d missed. Well, minus the hot sex. There were some things even twins didn’t need to share.