I really hope that Rage doesn’t expect me to have a child, because then we’ll have to have the talk I’ve never wanted to talk about. I can’t have children, I’ve been pregnant a total of four times, twice my brother beat the babies out of me. Twice he took me to dodgy abortion centers and the last one fucked me up to the point where I can’t have children anymore. I didn’t find out that little bit of information until I was checked over by Hangman’s doctor he sent me to.

  Turns out my last abortion wasn’t just an abortion; they did a hysterectomy on me. My fucking brother. If he was alive still, I’d kill him myself. I hate what I went through with my brother, but at the time, he was my only family, so I did what I had to do to survive my life. I wasn’t living. But now I’m starting to and I’m going to take it by the balls and hold on for dear life.

  “You awake?” Rage grumbles from beside me.

  “Yeah,” I say softly, and he rolls over, on top of me, caging me in.

  “I wanted to wake you up last night and have my way with you, but you were out, never seen anything like that before.”

  “I sleep like the dead, it’s a habit I’ve tried to break but I can’t help it,” I tell him, giving him yet another piece of me.

  “Good, you sleeping like that means you trust me in this house.” He’s right, I was also safe at the apartments I was living in before coming here and slept like the dead then, too. I don’t know why I trust the Untamed MC, but I do, something about them just makes me feel safe. Something I haven’t been since I was just a kid.

  Rage goes to kiss me, but I turn my head. “Morning breath,” I say, trying to cover my mouth.

  “Don’t give a fuck, you’re in my bed, it’s early, we’re going to explore.” I feel myself getting wet at his words.

  “Explore?” I whisper.

  “Damn right.” He kisses me then, taking me by surprise. I don’t bother to fight him because I want this as much as I don’t. He makes me so confused. His head comes up, breaking my kiss. “Touch me,” he demands, moving my hands down to his boxers. Feeling his abs the entire way down. Oh my.

  My hands roam and he shifts slightly before kissing me again. My hands explore inside of his boxers, feeling his hard length in my hands. Rage groans in my mouth as I tighten a hand on him, giving him a firm squeeze. With that, he’s up and moving, removing my top and sucks on my nipple.

  “Oh,” I moan out breathily. I haven’t been with Rage in months, the last time was when I got too high at the clubhouse and let Rage do all these naughty things to me. You’d think with how many men I’ve had inside my body, he wouldn’t still say I was tight, but I guess that’s what Kegels are for.

  Rage expertly manages to remove my underwear and inserts a finger inside me. Oh, yes. I need this right now, it feels amazing. “Rage.”

  “West or Weston when any part of my body is inside you,” he growls, kissing his way down my body. I hate when men go down on me, my last experience with it was earth shattering, but I’ve been with many men, and I feel dirty now.

  “Come back up here and just fuck me,” I beg him.

  “No, I’m finally getting my mouth on this cunt,” he says, before sticking his tongue out to give me a long lick. Rage has never worked me over with his mouth before—not many men actually have, to be honest; it’s been rare occurrence. But the way he’s expertly licking me right now, my god, I’ve never felt anything so wonderful.

  He latches onto my clit, sucking with abandon while still fingering me. My hips raise off the bed as I feel my orgasm wash over me. I grab his head, trying to push him away but he doesn’t let up. He fights against me, before finally removing her fingers and licks me clean.

  “Tastes fucking great,” he groans out as he comes up over me. “Taste yourself,” he demands as his mouth touches mine and his tongue snakes inside my mouth, searching for mine. I want to gag but I don’t; one thing I hate more than anything is the taste of myself, it’s nasty. But I put it out of my mind as Rage lines up his cock with my pussy and shoves inside.

  Breaking away from his mouth I bite his shoulder. His thrust are firm but gentle, rough but soft. “Gonna make you mine in all ways,” Rage tells me as he plows inside of me.

  “Yes, please,” I moan back, but before finishing the moan, I let out a yelp as he flips me over, pulling me up on all fours.

  He moves over me, thrusting back inside me as he leans over me and opens the drawer on the nightstand. Pulling out what I think is lube, he opens it up and pours it over my asshole, and it’s cold. Rage uses a finger and shoves it inside of me and I clench up. I’ve been taken up the ass many times, most men prefer it when they are with me, and I hate it, it’s never been enjoyable.

  But for Rage, I’ll do anything. Letting my body relax as he pulls out of me and lines up with my puckered hole he shoves in gently, inch-by-inch until he’s fully seated inside of my ass. I feel so full, it’s a feeling I’m not used to.

  “Fucking perfect for me,” Rage growls out, I swear he growls more than a bear. He starts moving, but not before slipping a hand around me and playing with my clit. “I need you to come and come soon, Jen, because I ain’t gonna last long.”

  I decide to focus on my clit being played with instead of him inside my ass and I start to find it. Tossing my head back, my hair flipping in his face, I moan out my release. Rage follows not long after and we flop on the bed, breathing heavily.

  A girl could get used to having this every morning.

  Chapter seventeen

  Rage

  After I get the kids off to school, I line up sitters for later; time to start using the bitches in the club and Old Ladies for babysitting. I might have Jennifer now but doesn’t mean I want her to spend all her time watching my kids.

  Especially since I’ll be bringing her to the clubhouse often, just like Hangman does with Justine. Time to let Jennifer into my life a little more, and that’s showing her all of me. All my kinks, all sides of my personality. Everything.

  “Rage,” Hangman calls out to me from his office.

  I give him a chin lift and head towards him. “What’s up, Pres?”

  “Hunter wants a meet. Wants to work on our truce.”

  “Set it up, see what the fuck wants, and we’ll tell him no.”

  Hangman shakes his head. “Not that simple, he’s Justine’s brother, even though they both only found out about each other, they both want to be in each other’s lives. So, we’re gonna have to come up with something.”

  “What about going to war? That was our plan with the Jacks Devils down in the states.”

  “Plans change. We got Jennifer out of the deal; you seem happy about that.”

  I smile, showing my teeth, I probably look a little deranged as Hangman looks on at me in shock. “Damn fucking right, finally claimed the bitch as mine. Got my kids at home, life couldn’t be better, brother.”

  “Stop smiling, it’s creeping me the fuck out,” Hangman demands.

  Raising a brow, I wipe the smile off my face. Can’t help that I’m fucking happy, something I’m rarely ever.

  “Justine wants to have an Old Lady party,” he says as I start to move out of the office.

  “What’s an ‘Old Lady party?’” I ask him confused as fuck.

  “Beats the hell out of me, but she wants all the Old Ladies to meet up at a bar or club, hang out, get to know each other.”

  “Right now, that’s only four people.” Jennifer is the oldest of the group, she’ll be thirty-four next month. Only two years younger than me. Better than Hangman and Justine, he’s twenty years older than her.

  Hangman shrugs. “I say give it to them, let them hang out. We’ll set it up at one of our places so we can keep an eye on them. But wanted to talk to you first, in case you weren’t letting Jennifer out yet.”

  I don’t know if Jennifer will be comfortable around the Old Ladies, she’s slept with all their men at some point. I don’t know if those bitches know that, but I doubt it’d go over well. Though from what I know, Dirty has never had her, he wants to try her out, but that asshole will have to earn my woman. I meant what I said before about sharing her.

  “It’s not that, it’s just that Jennifer’s fucked us all. Dirty wants her, so how’s that gonna go down?”

  “She’s a good bitch, she won’t open her mouth to say shit. It might be awkward for her at first, but she’ll settle in. she needs to get used to her new role.” He’s right, she’s now elevated above everyone in the club, more now than before. She’s on even playing field with Justine, Anara, and Melissa. Though Melissa isn’t really part of the club, she’s just a club princess. Slammer left the club for her years ago, though he’s still somewhat in, in a way.

  If Hangman or I aren’t around he’s in charge; he helps when he can, but for the most part, he’s a custom builder with his own business. Slammer will never fully be out of the club, and Melissa knows that. But one thing about Slammer, is that he’s loyal as fuck. Don’t know how he does it, not with all the hot snatch running around here all the time. But something tells me Melissa would kill him if he so much as looked at another woman.

  “Fine,” I tell Hangman. “Set it up for this weekend. Give Jennifer a night off.” She’s off today, but she needs another one, and Friday night is the perfect night for her to live a little outside of club business.

  Hangman lifts his chin and I take off, out the back and to Wiz and Manic’s lair. They’ve been working at getting everything on Jennifer for me. I know she’ll tell me shit eventually, but I want to see this shit for myself.

  “Whatcha got, boys?” I ask them as I shut the warehouse door.

  Wiz looks grim, “You might want to take a seat.” Manic kicks a chair towards me and I take it, sitting down and crossing my arms.

  “What is it?”

  “I’m going to give you what the doctor sent over that checked her out after Trinity and Killer fucked her up.”

  I lift my chin, telling him to get on with it.

  “How badly do you want more kids, Rage?” Manic blurts out.

  Narrowing my eyes, I bark out, “Why?” Everyone knows I’ve been waiting for Jennifer because I want kids with her.

  “She can’t have kids, man. It’s bad. She didn’t even know until her visit with doc. Her brother, fuck, what a piece of shit. Beat the hell out of her, causing her to lose two kids. Third kid took her for an abortion, it fucked her up a bit, but she managed to get knocked up for a fourth time, and with that abortion he paid on the low down to have the doctor give Jennifer a hysterectomy. Jennifer was gutted by the news.” Mother fucker.

  I stand up, kicking over the chair and roar out in agony.

  “She didn’t know?” I rasp out, when Wiz hands me a bottle of Jack. I need to make sure I heard that right. If Jennifer couldn’t have kids because she chose not to is different and she’d be out on her fucking ass. But if she didn’t know, until she came and saw our doctor, then fuck. The pain she must be in when hearing me say I want kids must kill her. I have four kids, I should be happy with that number, and I am. Love my kids to the moon and back, but I wanted at least one with my woman.

  “No, brother, she had no clue. Doc’s notes say he had to sedate her when he told her about it, she lost it, man. Sickened by it,” Wiz says.

  Fuck. What am I gonna do with this information?

  “Is there anything else you want to know about her. we did a full background check, found her parents. Dead. But we knew that from what you already told us.”

  “No, I want to talk to Hush and Happy, myself. Find out what they knew about Jennifer’s parents. If they did, in fact, have a rogue member who killed them.”

  “Alright, brother,” Manic says softly. These fuckers are looking at me with pity and I want to pull my gun and blow their brains out right now. Instead, I take a swig of Jack and throw the bottle against the wall and walk out.

  I need to talk to Jennifer.

  Chapter eighteen

  Jennifer

  I’m sitting on the couch, enjoying Justine’s new book when Rage comes home in a...well, rage. I put the book aside and go to him. “Are you okay?”

  “Am I okay?” he repeats, staring at me.

  Something’s happened and all I want to do is make him feel better. “Just tell me, West, I want to help you with whatever is wrong.”

  “You can’t fix this, this fucking problem. Why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t have kids?” My stomach bottoms out when he asks me that. I thought he knew already. I thought the whole club knew, but Rage still wanted me despite that.

  “I thought you knew,” I whisper out, backing away from him.

  “I wanted kids with you, and that dream is gone, so why the fuck am I keeping you?” he barks out. And I wince, my hand going to my throat. I knew I was too damaged for him, for anyone. He’s going to throw me away now, just like I always thought he should have in the first place.

  “I’ll leave,” I finally say. “You won’t see me again.”

  At my words, Rage becomes unstuck from his spot by the door and moves towards me. “I’m not letting you go. You’re mine, and unlike my ex-wife, you’ll remain mine until death do us part.”

  “But you just said—” He cuts me off.

  “I’m pissed, I get pissed a lot and say a lot of shit I shouldn’t say, but it doesn’t mean anything. You’re mine, now and forever. Get that through your head. You say you’re leaving me again I’ll chain you to me.”

  “But—”

  “No buts, you’re mine, Jen. Am I upset you can’t have my kids? Fuck yeah, I am. But I’ll get over it, not sure how yet, but we’ll figure it out. You want kids, I know you do, so we’ll figure something.” He’s right, I do, my dream was always to have a child of my own. But I also know I could easily fall in love with Rage’s kids, too.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” I whisper, his forehead resting on mine.

  “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me for so long? Because you couldn’t have kids.”

  “With you, it was because you already had kids, so I didn’t think you’d want more. And it wasn’t that, I’m just too broken for anyone. My life wasn’t easy, West. It was hard, I had to work hard to get anything in life, my brother broke me. Hush broke me, Trinity and Killer were just icing on top of the cake. They destroyed my body in ways I didn’t think was possible. But I also have to admit they made me feel good, too. At first when they took me, we had a threesome, and it was great, normal. But all a sudden, they turned, and I was chained up. That’s when I knew my life was over. A week I spent with them in their horror of a dungeon, being tortured and abused. Killer would rape me daily while his woman watched in fascination. When he would finish, she would hurt me with her knife. The day the phone call came that you guys were coming to get me, Trinity was pissed. She revealed her plans for me. She was going to end me that night, raping me with her knife to finish me off. Luckily, I escaped that torture.” I take in a jagged breath. “I’m thankful to you and Hangman every day of my life now; because of you I’m finally free. I’m still learning how to be this new me without all the rules I had to follow before. But it’s hard. You just need to give me time to be all I can be for you.”

  “Baby, you don’t have to be anything other than yourself. I just want you,” he says softly before kissing me.

  Chapter nineteen

  Rage

  I leave Jennifer at home and head back to the clubhouse, as much as I wanted to stay with her and talk more, fuck her a few times, before the kids got off from school, I just couldn’t. Too much anger is still rooted inside my veins.

  Grabbing my phone I text my son Weston, letting him know I won’t be home tonight and to help with his siblings. I know they are all old enough to care for themselves, but Jennifer will probably want to play mother hen to them all anyway.

  Bitches roam around the room, making my cock twitch. Jennifer hired a new girl recently, but I don’t see her here. “Where’s the new girl?” I ask Gunner who’s still drowning his sorrows into his drink. Fucker lost a woman a few months back, because of a club whore drama. And he lost Penny. Although Penny is not gone completely, she’s still in town. So, I’m not sure what the fuck Gunner is gonna do about that.

  “Not interested in being a whore. Was hired for the strip club but that’s it.”

  Well fuck, there goes my chance at breaking in a new girl. Guess I’ll have to settle for good old Butterface, if she’s here tonight. But right now, I need a drink, something fucking strong enough to help me deal with the bullshit that is now in my life.

  Part of me thinks I should have just kept Megan around; bitch didn’t want her own kids after she thought her only son was dead. And I was fine living life with her, but now, I have a woman I want to spend my life with, build a life with, have kids with, and I can’t have that.

  “What has you in such a piss-poor mood,” Gunner grumbles.

  “Woman can’t have kids, pissed off about it.”

  Gunner snorts. “Brother, you already knocked up half the bitches in town, why you want more?”

  “Fuck off,” I mutter as I slap him in the back of the head.

  “Don’t even know why you’re with Big Tits, bitch is beyond broken.”

  Getting out of my seat, it screeches back before teetering over and I get in Gunner’s face. The music dies down and everyone watches us. I don’t give a fuck. I grab him by the neck and toss him to the floor, my fist itching to teach him a lesson. “What’s your problem, huh? Pissed I got a bitch and you don’t? You lost two of them.”

  “Fuck you!” he spits out, trying to get out of my grasp.

  I snarl in his face before Hangman has me by the back of the neck pulling me off Gunner. “The fuck is going on here?” he booms.

  “Fucker was saying shit he had no business fucking saying,” I tell him honestly.