CaelinI've never had an issue holding myself back, but with her. It's there, the desire to do whatever I want, consequences be damned. The only thing stopping me is how much I respect her, and how far she's wormed herself into the fabric of who I am. My hands at her waist lift upward of their own accord, needing to feel the soft heat of her skin, the way it ripples as I go higher and higher. My knuckles snag on the fabric of her shirt, pushing it, along with my resistance up to her ribs. Superhuman strength allows me to pry my lips from her shoulder. We face one another, both breathing hard."Can I?"Most of the time, I'm an "ask for forgiveness, instead of permission" guy, but this is extenuating circumstances. She rolls her lips in between her teeth, making them appear even pinker than they already are. I try not to notice the drunk expression in her eyes and the bee-stung fullness of her mouth. "Yeah." She nods her head, bashfulness making her face pink.So fucking slowly, I li
JusticeI've never had a front-row seat to anything like this, and he's got all my attention, whether he wants it or not.Everything I see, I try to make a note of. How he pushes his shirt over his stomach, and then rubs his hand down his abdomen, before going straight for the length almost at his belly-button. It leaves a trail of moisture in its wake as he moves his hand up and down, giving it a pump."Feel good?" I ask, because the stillness and quiet of the room is disconcerting for me. Not when I just had my first orgasm given to me by something other than my own hand. "Yeah." He tilts his head back into the comforter, pressing his pelvis up into his fisted fingers, then pulling back. Such strength and force. I wonder what it'll feel like inside of me, pushing past the barrier that I've kept just for him. It's almost enough to make me have another orgasm, but I hold back, wanting to see how he handles himself. Tattooed forearm taut and sexy as hell as he grips his length tight
Justice"Why do you look so bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning? Have fun with Caelin?"Typically I tell Harley everything. There's no secret too small or too big to bestow upon her, but this one? It feels like both of those. So, for the first time, I hold it in. "Yeah, we had sushi and hung out."Her eyebrows draw together, seeming to try and figure out if I'm telling her the truth or not. "You hung out?""Yeah," I laugh. "You know, we talked, got to know one another. The normal things you do on what equates to a first date.""But you already know each other."Harley can smell a lie a mile away from me and I don't know how long I'll be able to keep her from wearing me down. I purposely turn away from her, busying myself by making lunch for today. She watches, but her voice peaks with interest as she sees me grab the sourdough bread. "Are you making lunch?""I am, want me to make you something too?"Her blonde hair lifts as she blows out a breath in annoyance. "Please, I'm broke
Caelin"Get your head in the game, man." Wild grabs hold of my arm, jerking me back from getting too close to a jack that falls a nanosecond after he pulls me to safety. "What the fuck is wrong with you today?"I'm a changed man. That's what's wrong with me.And the text message Justice sent my way? Reminding me of the orgasm I gave her? It's got me thinking about all the things I shouldn't be at work. Which is dangerous in a whole lot of ways. "Had a long night." I run my hand through my hair."Judging from the hickey on your neck, I'd say it was a good one." A know-it-all smirk spreads across his face."Don't.""Don't what?""Say those words with that much disrespect. It's not like that."He's uncomfortable judging by the redness of his face, and the way his shoulders hunch. "I didn't mean it in anyway disrespectful.""This is different than anything I've ever had," I try to convey why it bothers me. "I wanna protect her, ya know? It's never cool to talk about things happening in yo
Justice"Do you and Harley wanna come over for dinner tonight?" Mom asks as we're locking up the office to go home.Any other night I would scream yes, because that means we don't have to cook, but not this one. "Sorry, we have plans."She turns to me, her eyes looking deeply into mine. "Is everything okay?""I hate how everyone always asks that as soon as I opt out of family time.""That's not why I'm asking, Justice. You and Harley hardly ever say no to coming over.""No, you're asking because you're not used to me saying no. Mom, we're growing up." I put my hands out to the sides, holding them palms up. "Not everything is about you anymore."As soon as I say the words, I know they're a mistake. The hurt my mom can't suppress is enough to make me ashamed of myself. "I didn't think it was," she says, her voice tight. "I was only inviting you over for a meal. You don't want it? Don't come.""Mom." I reach for her arm, grabbing hold, stopping her from walking away from me. "I'm sorry,
Caelin"Come a little closer," I whisper as I crouch down toward the ground. She whines slightly, tippy tapping on the balls of her paws, seeming not to know what she should be doing. In my hand, I hold a piece of bologna. In my heart, I hold the hope that the mother and her babies will trust me enough to come out from behind the dumpster.She's standing there, peeking out at me. A few times I've seen her tail wagging. Once she slightly came out, but a loud car on the main road scared her, and she went slinking back to where she she's been hiding. There's a reminder of Justice in her hesitancy to accept what's being given. I recognize it almost as if it's her in front of me, and not this dog. It gives me more patience, and a deeper understanding of what the waiting will bring me.My legs are screaming as I hold the position, but I refuse to move. She's inching her way closer. I can cross the gap, reach out and touch her, but I don't want to scare her. Not after what it appears she's be
Caelin"Actually, I would since you're asking."The way she opens and closes her mouth says she wasn't expecting me to ask, but that's my favorite part about being with her. There are moments where she's so vulnerable and then others where she's stronger than I ever could have imagined she would be. Finally she composes herself. "You'll just have to keep on peeling the layers back and find out for yourself.""I can work with that."It's then she notices the mama and babies laying in the middle of my living room on the blanket and towel I brought them up on. "Ohmigosh! They're so little, and she's so pretty.""Yeah, I don't think she's very old." I have a seat on the floor next to them. "Probably just old enough to have been able to have a litter.""I hope she wasn't hurt." Justice sits down next to me, folding her legs underneath her and holding her hand out for the mama to sniff. "You're such a good mama," she praises. "Taking care of your puppies."To my surprise she gets up, coming
Caelin"If you have to end up doing something this afternoon and can't pick me up, it's fine. I can get my mom or Mandy to take me home. There's a whole network of people I can call.""No one is taking you home but me," I growl as I come to a stop in front of the law office. We've been halfway arguing about this the entire way here. "I get you don't want to take away from what I'm doing, but you're important, and I want to be the person you count on, Justice.""I do." She grips my white t-shirt in between her thumb and forefinger, tugging on it slightly. "But at the same time, I don't want to take over your life. It's too soon."Grabbing her hand, I stop her tugging on my shirt and use my other hand to tilt her chin up to me. "Please take over my life. I don't think you realize how in I am with you.""The club...""Is the club, but you're my whole fuckin' heart," I lift her hand to my heart, pressing it into my skin. Pleasure at my words rises up to her cheeks in the form of a pretty
William Walker Jr., 85 of Bowling Green, died peacefully in his sleep at his residence. The Warren County native was the son of the late William Walker Sr. and Lauren Walker. He was the husband of Denise Walker, who survives.He was the owner of Walker's Wheels.His legacy will be carried on through the members of the Heaven Hill MC, Bowling Green Chapter, and the numerous friends who became family. Liam, as he was known to everyone who cared for him, had a gift of taking people who had given up on themselves or had no direction, and showing them they were worth putting work into. Over the years many have found themselves under his tutelage. Hundreds have called him friend, and others have called him family. He took great pride in who he was, and what he did. The loss of him is a hole that won't be filled - ever.He is survived by his wife of forty-three years, Denise. Son Drew (Charity), daughters Mandy (Dalton), and Tatum (Remy), sister Sharon (Rooster), nephew Carter (Storm), numer
HarleyFifteen Years Later "Are you sure you want me to teach you, and not your dad?" I question Erick, looking up at him, because he's now taller than me. He grins, the one so much like his dad I have to do a double-take. "No matter how good he is on the back of a bike, I think everyone knows you're better." "I wouldn't say that. He can hold his own, but I've been riding longer than him." "Exactly," he runs a hand through his shoulder-length hair. "He can show me how to do all the mechanic shit, but I want you to teach me how to ride." I should reprimand him for the curse word, but he hears it so often with the group we hang around. It'd be like telling him not to breathe. "Okay," I nod. "The first thing I want you to know is you're going to be wearing a helmet until you're eighteen and can make your own decision about what you want to do." "Mom," he groans. "Don't mom me. It's what's going to happen. It's a right of passage, and you're go
Harley"He looks like us, doesn't he?" I whisper to Justice as we sit on the screened-in back porch at Grandma and Gramps' house. "He does," she coos. "Those eyes and the set of his chin are one-hundred percent Walker. His little wisp of blonde hair. Are you going to let yours go back to blonde?" She asks, lifting up a lock of my still-dark hair. "I don't know, I kinda like it. Not that I want to be different than you, but it sets us apart." "It does and I understand. You should do whatever you want. "His lips are Bishop's, though. Full and plump, always ready for a smirk or a smile. I think he's got his forehead too." Grandma walks in. "Give me that baby. He looks so much like Drew did when he was his age." I roll my eyes. "Don't give Dad any more bragging rights than he already has. He's been almost unbearable to put up with. You'd think he pushed this kid out of his vagina." "He doesn't have one," Justice points out. "Exactly."
BishopCarrying my son out for the members of Heaven Hill to meet him is one of the proudest moments of my life. There are still remnants of tears below my eyes and I can't be bothered to wipe them away. This is one of those moments I don't mind showing my emotions. The doors open and there they all are, standing and waiting. "Hey." I smile up at them over his head. "How's Harley?" Justice asks immediately. "She's good. They're sewing her up and then she'll be okay for visitors. She told me to tell you not to leave, she wants to see you." Immediately, her shoulders relax. It must've been hard for her to be out here knowing her twin was going through everything inside those doors. "I'd like you all to meet Erick Walker." There's a murmur of confusion as everyone questions his last name. Drew puts his hand on my shoulder. "Bishop came to me a little while ago and asked if he could take my last name. He and Harley plan on getting married at some p
HarleyAfter sex with Bishop, I fell into the best sleep I've had in what seems to be months. When I'm jolted awake by a pain stretching across my abdomen and a gush of wetness between my legs, I'm more surprised than anything. I gasp loudly. "Lee, you okay?" His voice is sleepy and I don't want to disturb him if I don't have to, but as another pain stretches across my abdomen and then goes down into my back, I know I need to. "I think my water broke." I gasp as the pain keeps going. "How far apart are they?" We went to the classes they offer but, truth be told, I'm blanking on everything they told us right now. So much for paying attention. "I just woke up so I haven't been able to time them, but I know if my water's broken we need to get to the hospital." "Your bag is here, isn't it?" "Yeah I have one here, at the shop, at home. Just in case." I grimace as I try to sit up, but this has been hell on my core muscles. "Give me a minute and I'll
Bishop"If you roll over one more time, you're going to roll off this bed." "I can't get comfortable," she grumbles. "My belly's too big. I can't sleep and I just wanna be able to lie on my stomach. I haven't been able to do it in months. I wish you could feel this. It's annoying," she complains, turning over so that she's cuddled up against the body pillow she's taken to sleeping with. "Do you want me to shove a pillow under my shirt? Put a watermelon around my waist?" I think this is the stupidest thing I've ever heard, but whatever it takes to put her at ease, I'll do. "That's a great idea. There's a cantaloupe in the kitchen, why don't you go grab it?" She's absolutely not kidding. The tone of her voice isn't playing around. I squeak out. "Right now?" "Why not? If I can't sleep, why should you?" She says with an evil laugh. "Alright, if I'm getting up, so are you." "Easy buddy, I'm already awake." She reaches out, without words, ask
Harley"Get out of here." I shoo Will's hand away. "We're gonna eat in less than an hour.""I've watched you, you keep eating," he complains."I am heavily pregnant," I argue with him. "It's fucking hot and my ankles are swollen, do not argue with me."Bishop grabs Will's hand. "C'mon, little man, let's go play some Call of Duty with Caelin.""Gladly." He sticks his tongue out at me."You've got to be nicer to him," Mom admonishes me.Justice interrupts. "She's got to be nicer to everybody.""You try carrying around a watermelon on the front of your body and see how you feel," I retort. "I'm fucking uncomfortable.""It gets better," Grandma says as she comes over to rub my shoulders. "I know it's hard to think it's going to, but it will. I promise.""I'm so sick of people saying it's going to get better," I grumble. "Every time I go and they make me spread my legs, I dread it. She did this thing called scraping my membranes this week. I mean, what the fuck? It hurt so bad. Like, do I
BishopI'm nervous as I watch Drew across the bays. This is something I never thought I would do and since we talked about how Liam wasn't his biological father, I've gone back and forth, wondering if this was the right decision. In the end, I know it is. He catches me looking, narrowing his eyes in a what the fuck way. Putting my hands in my jeans pockets, I walk over to him. "You mind if we talk?" Immediately, he looks worried. "Is everything okay?" "Harley's fine, but what I want to speak to you about has to do with her." "Okay, wanna go behind the shop?" "I wanna ask her to marry me." I hold up my hand. "But I have a request for you. I wanna take the Walker last name." He opens his mouth, then shuts it, before opening it again. My stomach drops and my heart pounds. The silence stretches on between us and I'm worried about what I've just requested. "I'm sorry, you don't have to say anything." He reaches out, holding on tightly t
Harley"Eight more weeks and it's looking like he might come early. You're carrying low. He's a good weight, though, so as long as we can keep him in four to six more, you're good," Doctor Simmons says as she checks me. "Have you been having any pain or anything?" "No." I shake my head then think better about it. "Actually, yeah I did. Bishop and I were..." I stop, not sure how to proceed without being crass. "Being intimate and I felt some pressure." "Was there bleeding afterward?" "No, it just got uncomfortable very quick. To the point where I had to ask Bishop to stop. I've never done that before, not since we had sex for the first time." My face flames as I tell this woman more than I ever expected to. "It's okay," she explains. "You're going to be feeling more pressure the closer you get to him coming. Like I said, you're already carrying low. The lower he gets, the worse it's going to be for you. Your hips are widening and preparing for you to give birth,