Owned by the outlaw, p.13
Owned by the Outlaw,
p.13
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Three weeks later
Molly looked around the house that she and Dakota now called home. It was small, only two bedrooms, but it was theirs. It also wasn’t in River Run like Lucien had wanted. The home was in Steel Corner, but right inside city limits. The trees surrounded them, and the fresh air filled her lungs. It was certainly different from the busy streets of Brighton where there seemed to be buildings popping up on every inch of land.
She pulled open the sliding glass door and stepped onto the deck. Her backdrop looked like it should be in a tourists’ guide trying to get people to visit this town. Massive dark green trees could be seen for as far as the eye could see, and the Rocky Mountains looked close enough that she imagined she could reach out and touch them. The property that surrounded her home was untouched land, owned by the man that had sold her the home and acre, but there were no other buildings around her. It was very freeing and open. The sound of heavy footsteps behind her told of Stinger’s approach, and when she felt him wrap his arms around her waist and pull her into the comfort of his body, she melted into him. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
He buried his nose in her hair, inhaled deeply, and hummed in approval. “Yeah, it really is.”
She nudged him in the hard, ripped abdomen, and couldn’t help but smile. “I hope I made the right decision.” Before she knew what he was doing Stinger had her turned and had his hands braced on the banister on either side of her. She was caged in by this bear, and his pupils dilated as his animal made itself known. But she liked that his beast was so protective of her, and loved that he wasn’t afraid to make her know that she wasn’t anyone’s but his.
“What do you feel here?” He placed a hand on her chest, right over her heart.
She stared into his green eyes. “It feels right,” Molly whispered.
He nodded and leaned down to kiss her on the lips. “Yeah, it really fucking does. When all else fails you trust your heart on what to do, because that will always give you the honest reaction.” Stinger’s words were simple, yet held a lot of meaning.
“No kissing.” Dakota’s little voice sounded disgusted, and that had Molly laughing.
Stinger pulled away from her and turned, but got down on his haunches in front of Dakota. “No kissing Mommy, huh?”
Dakota scrunched his nose and shook his head. “That’s gross.”
Stinger chuckled deeply. “Someday you’ll like to kiss girls you know.”
Dakota shook his head. “No way. Let’s play trucks.” He held his toy up and grinned, and just like that there was no more talk about kissing. The wonder of a child and the fact they could adapt so easily always amazed Molly.
Stinger stood, but Dakota grabbed his hand and led him back in the house. He looked over his shoulder, smiled and winked at her, and then her son and the man she was falling hard for left her alone. Dakota loved the country, loved that he saw Malice nearly every day, and was growing more comfortable with having Stinger in their lives. And that meant a lot to her, because if Dakota hadn’t felt comfortable with Stinger that was a no-go for Molly. Her son meant everything to her, and Dakota would have to be around Stinger, too. But the two of them got along, and she was grateful. It was one day at a time, but so far things were looking good, and felt right. She turned back to the view, and placed her hand over her heart. The beat was strong, steady, and she couldn’t help but smile. Yeah, her heart had known what it wanted all along, and that was this town, the bear shifting biker that had consumed her from the very beginning, and led her to where she needed to be … right here.
Epilogue
Two years later
Molly took the potato salad out to the back property of the Grizzly clubhouse and made her way over to the long tables to the side that held all the food. Over the past two years a lot had changed. After moving from Brighton to Steel Corner, she had been helping The Brothers of Menace, as well as The Grizzlies, with medical care, and also with helping the women that were former prostitutes who had been staying in the cabin they had erected nearly two years ago. It wasn’t just about tending to their wounds, but also about talking to them, helping them if they decided to do other work besides selling themselves. But the women they had brought up from Denver two years ago had since found work, or gone back to prostitution. The thing with The Brothers was, they were hardcore and got violent when the time came, but despite all of that they did care. They were now keeping different women at the cabin, rescuing them from their abusive pimps whenever they were called upon, and despite the illegality of all of this, Molly couldn’t be prouder of the work she did, or of being involved with The Brothers. But it wasn’t just about working with them in a “back alley” type of situation. Yes, what she was doing wasn’t legal under her license, but it didn’t matter because she was helping save lives.
She turned around and stared at everyone that mingled. The garage that the Grizzlies used to fix their cars and bikes, and also to be used as a second safe house if need be, was open, and for the party had been converted into a lounge area. Some of the younger children stayed out of the sun as they played with their toys, and other adults mingled inside. The music was on, but not loud enough that she couldn’t hear herself think. Old ladies laughed and talked with each other, Nomads from around the country talked “shop” with patched in members, and children giggled and ran around chancing each other. The Grizzly clubhouse wasn’t really set up for a family party such as the one they were currently having, but with everyone around, good natured attitudes and the love a family filling the air, it didn’t really matter where they were, just as long as they were together.
Since accepting Lucien’s offer to be the nurse for The Brothers of Menace, and also the “Den Mother” and resident nurse for the women she had helped heal two years ago, Molly had fallen right into the role she knew she was supposed to have always followed. The house and shed on the property The Brothers had purchased had been renovated and up and running this whole time now. A few of the women that had been selling their bodies now worked at one of the strip clubs in River Run. It wasn’t something Molly would do, per se, but she supposed dancing for money was better than spreading their legs for it. But, like she told herself, it was their lives, and if they were happy and safe who was she to judge?
The little girl inside of her belly decided to kick hard right in her ribs, and Molly placed a hand on her extended belly. She was eight months pregnant, and the fact it was June and hot as hell, had Molly miserable enough that she was tempted to stay inside the air conditioned clubhouse. But she wasn’t the only woman expecting and suffering through this heat. She looked over at where Jagger and Sonya were seated. The Grizzly MC President and his old lady were expecting twins a few months after Molly was due, but Sonya was already larger in the belly department than she was. Molly supposed that was to be expected since Sonya had two little bear shifting boys rolling around inside of her.
Diesel and Maggie’s son ran around, but he fell most of the time. He smiled each time though, and Molly had seen enough to know what a tough little toddler he was. Diesel and Maggie had gotten married shortly after she had found out they were pregnant, but those two were so perfect for each other she was glad things were working out for them. In fact she was glad things had worked out for everyone in the end. And then there was The Brothers of Menace. They had come to join in the festivities, and although they were close with the Grizzlies, talked and helped them out whenever asked, there was still this strange aura that surrounded them. Maybe it was because they were loners—at least to others not in their club—or maybe they just liked looking uncomfortable in public settings.
“You doing okay, baby?” Stinger came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her abdomen, and rubbed her belly. Instantly their little girl stilled, and Molly smiled.
“I’m fat, hot, and sweaty.”
Stinger chuckled behind her, and the sound soothed her. “You’re not fat, and I actually like you sweaty.” He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck. “I like that you’re big with my child. You’re healthy, and once this little girl is out we can try for a boy.”
Molly scoffed and looked over his shoulder at her. “Maybe if you were the one that had to be pregnant during the summer months you might be more sympathetic?”
He continued to smooth his hands over her belly. “You’re right, baby.” He kissed her on the shell of the ear. “I just like giving you a hard time. Besides, I like seeing you riled. It turns me on.” He started chuckling when she elbowed him.
She felt him smile against her, and that in turn had her grinning. She looked around the yard, took in Brick holding Darra in a protective embrace, and smiled when she saw the big scarred biker run his finger along their baby girl’s forehead. The little girl had a thatch of dark black hair like her father, and Molly was glad they had finally started a family. A lot of the club members, and their old ladies had been through some horrendous shit in the lives, but they were happy now, and in the end that was all that mattered. She saw Court and Lily laughing with each other, saw their little boy tugging on her skirt until she picked him up, and smiled when she saw Dallas rushing a lock of hair off of Hope’s cheek. Hope was also pregnant, but she wasn’t due until winter and was barely showing. But the look on Dallas’s face as he rested his hand on her abdomen, and rubbed it back and forth, could have made Molly cry right then and there. Turning away from Dallas and Hope’s private moment, she saw that Malice was over by the playground set the Grizzlies had built for the kids. Dakota grinned and squealed each time Malice pushed him, and she was so thankful that Malice and their son were able to see each other all the time now. After a few minutes of watching Malice ad Dakota, her son came running up to them.
“Stinger, will you push me, too?”
Stinger kissed her on the side of the neck once more and stepped away with her to follow Dakota back to the playground. He looked over his shoulder and grinned at her, and she reciprocated the sentiment. Malice and Stinger clapped each other on the backs, said something that had them both laughing, and then went on playing with Dakota and the other children on the slide and swings. This was a family, her and Dakota’s family, and she couldn’t have asked for a more loving group of men to be involved in. They were gruff, intense, and liked to order people around simply because they could and would be obeyed. They fought hard, but loved and protected what was theirs with a fierceness that was almost frightening. They might not profess their love in those three little words all the time, but they didn’t have to, because it was clear in their actions. And that was all that mattered.
The End
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