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An Iron Shield MC Christmas
J. Wine
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Contents
Disclaimers
Also by J. Wine
1. An Unexpected Guest
2. Making Dreams Out Of Nothing
3. Faking It
4. Heart Shapes Beat As One
5. Two Peas in a Pod
6. The Ayes Had It
7. Christmas Threw Up
8. Make it Right
9. Don't Picture the Future
10. Actions Speak Louder
11. Reliving the Past
12. Gaining An Ally
13. Loved Openly, Loudly
14. The Park Avenue Prince
15. Replaced By Bikers
16. Christmas Eve Church Vote
17. Always Meant To Be This Way
18. Christmas Eve Dinner
19. Christmas Eve Dinner, Part Deux
20. Two Hearts in The Big Apple
Also by J. Wine
About the Author
Acknowledgements
Disclaimers
FOR THE BEST READING EXPERIENCE: If you've read Unveiled Desires through Vella, you will recognize portions of this story from Chapter 17, Our First Christmas Together.
WARNING DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for Adults 18+ only. It contains sexual situations and adult content/language.
CONTENT WARNINGS: If you would like further information, please reach out to the author.
Ectopic Pregnancy From the Previous Book
Also by J. Wine
Fall in Love with J's Universe
Mafia Romance
Silent Syndicate
Meet Odin (Prequel)
Odin
MC (Motorcycle Club) Romance
Iron Shield
Unveiled Desires
Unveiled Wishes
Unveiled Wounds
Chapter 1
An Unexpected Guest
Sabre
I stretched as I walked out of our bedroom and crossed the landing to head into the nursery. Ever since we’d brought JR home, I had had this intense need to make sure that he was alright. I knew it wasn’t the normal first parent jitters; this went beyond anything I could have imagined. Matt was no longer a factor, but the cartel was out there. A part of me knew they would never give until we eliminated them.
I heard Grace humming in the kitchen as she moved around, sliding open the drawers before closing them again. I relished the sounds, knowing that my woman was happy. Looking up, I said a quick thanks to my dad for building this home and promised him we would fill it with warm memories. I forced myself to continue to the nursery and opened the door quietly.
We had spent five weeks in the NICU, and some of the older brothers had taken it upon themselves to finish the house. They had painted most of the walls white, figuring that I could repaint after Grace chose a color scheme. After the hospital, I hated white walls, but they’d been right. Grace would bring home new colors to her specifications. The white was disappearing.
I wasn’t sure whose bright idea it had been, but the brothers had decided that JR should have a motorcycle-themed room. They had painted the walls black, but when they’d finished, Bear had talked some sense into them. Grace would hate it, and they didn’t want their Flo angry. They’d painted the walls blue again, and someone had drawn large jungle animals.
Once JR had settled into his new room, the rumor mill ran rampant. Bear had told the other Old Ladies the story one day, purposely not revealing the guilty brothers. Grace had then come home and told me what had happened. All I did was laugh, and in the next church, I had thanked everyone for stepping up while I was trying to bring my family home. The animals looked better than anything I could have drawn, so we left it alone.
I shut the door quietly behind me before walking straight to the crib. Leaning over, I stood and stared at JR as he slept peacefully on his back. He’d been born in the middle of a crisis, and yet, he was perfect. If I could help it, he’d never find out how close I’d been to losing both of them. The nightmares still woke me in the middle of the night.
I watched him sleep, lost in my world. Even at almost six months, JR was showing some of Matt’s traits, including his brown hair. It didn’t matter. I focused more on the features he had inherited from Grace. I imagined his light brown eyes behind his eyelids. His little button nose was rounded, just like the women in her family. He was still too little to tell, but I pretended his cheeks dimpled like hers when she smiled or laughed.
I kissed two of my fingers and grazed them across his forehead. “I love you,” I whispered as I turned away and walked out his nursery door, leaving it open a crack. He was sleeping better through the night, but I only had a half an hour, if I was lucky, to love on his mama.
I took the stairs two at a time, heading into the kitchen. Turning the corner, I found her looking at something on the counter with her back to me. I didn’t know how we had spent time apart, with only weekend visits. We were magnets, instantly attached when in the same room.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I kissed the crevice of her neck. “Morning, mama.”
“Morning, Sabre.” She rocked backwards, closing the distance in between us. Wrapping her hands around my biceps, she tilted her head to the side, giving more access to her neck.
“I just checked on him. He’s sound asleep, dreaming happy baby dreams. We have time.”
She sniggered. “That’s what you said the other day. I distinctly remember getting naked, only to be interrupted.”
“You got yours,” I reminded her. She’d been in the middle of an orgasm when JR had whimpered through the baby monitor. I hadn’t stopped, hoping that he would fall back to sleep, but it had been a pipe dream. No sooner had she come down from her high than he’d cried his displeasure. I had been fucking out of luck.
She laughed again. “I didn’t say it wasn’t a good time.”
I went from nibbling on her neck to sucking her earlobe. “I could’ve had all the important stuff connected already.” There was a small cry from the baby monitor that Grace had in the kitchen. We both froze. I whispered in her ear, “Pray he goes back to sleep, mama.” I pulled her tighter against me so she could feel how hard I was.
Turning in my arms, she wrapped hers around my neck. “You should have joined me in the shower. He’ll be awake in a few minutes.”
“Yeah, next time, I’ll just think with my dick.” I grabbed a quick kiss from her lips.
“Sounds like a better plan.” She smiled up at me, the dimples in her cheeks popping. “Do we have a Christmas budget?” she asked, changing the subject.
“For us? Not really, but we could save money by showering together.” I’d talk her into getting one of the club girls to watch the baby this afternoon. There was no way I was going to survive all day without her.
“No. For the MC.” Her smile dimmed, and her forehead puckered.
“I don’t know. We haven’t celebrated Christmas as a club in a long time. Chef makes dinner, and that’s usually it.” Grace had already decorated the clubhouse with multiple trees and garland. It surprised me that no one had complained. They were probably feeling as nostalgic as I was.
“I...ah,” she started. I didn’t like it. It wasn’t very often that Grace lost her confidence. “I was thinking about ordering stockings and stuffers for each member.” She reached behind her and picked up a few sheets of paper that had been on the counter. “I made a list of everyone, and if I keep it under sixty dollars a person, I can do it and include one larger gift.”
“Why are you nervous?” I asked her, pulling her closer to me and locking my fingers behind her back.
“I am afraid. We barely made it through one storm, and I feel like another is on the way.” She put the papers back on the counter.
“You let me worry about that.” I kissed her like there was no guarantee of tomorrow. She raised her leg to my hip, and I picked her up, setting her on the counter. Running my fingers through her hair, I tilted her head the way I wanted her. If I couldn’t be balls deep, then tongue deep would have to do for now.
“It’s too quiet in here. Are you fucking?”
I nipped Grace’s bottom lip as I pulled away from her. Resting my forehead on her sternum, I breathed her in. My brother wouldn’t know how to be quiet if it bit him on the ass and called him Shirley.
He slammed the front door, and there was an instant wail. The sound had rudely awakened JR, and any chances I had of sexy time went up in smoke. I could hear my brother’s boots bound up the stairs. “Don’t worry! Uncle’s here.” If he ever had kids, I was going to make a fuck ton of noise.
Standing straight, I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket. I grab
She kissed me and tightened her legs around my waist. “I know,” she said. “He’s going to die, so don’t buy him anything.”
***
How
I groaned, rolling onto my back, trying to figure out where I was. The last thing I remembered was drinking out in the yard with Zook. Something was going on with him, and splitting a bottle of Jack hadn’t loosened his lips. I rubbed my knuckles against my eyelids, but my eyes wouldn’t open. How much had I drunk last night?
“Too much. I turned you down because you were too drunk to consent by club rules.”
Fuck, I must have said that out loud. I turned my head and looked into a pair of blue eyes. Her dyed red hair flowed around her shoulders. Picking my head up, I looked underneath the covers. “Pebbles, why am I naked, laying in your bed?”
She laughed and propped her head up in her hand. “You opened my door while I was with Chef and demanded that he leave. How, you literally stripped down, climbed into my bed, and passed out. It was easier to just leave you here, so Chef left for the night, and I took myself off the rotation. Nothing happened.”
“Fuck! I am going to owe him. If he doesn’t beat my ass beforehand. If I was him, I would,” I rasped.
“Nah, I smoothed it over. You should be okay, but I wouldn’t bring it up if I were you.”
I was going to have to hide from Chef for a while.
“As long as you’re here, want to see if you can still get it up?” Pebbles kicked the blanket off the bottom of the bed and sat up on her knees. She wore a small pink spaghetti-strap tank top and a pair of pink panties.
“You always go commando,” I said to her. “What’s changed?”
She said nothing as she bent over and took me to the back of her mouth. I was going to Hell. I should have stopped her, but Pebbles gave the best blowjobs. She sucked in her cheeks and took me down her throat. I didn’t know how she did it, but she always remembered what I liked. Lots of friction, no tongue.
I closed my eyes and lay against the pillows, relishing in the heat, my hips slowly pumping in time with her motion. “That’s it,” I praised her. It came naturally to me, but this was also Pebbles. She was the easiest to please because she never asked for anything in return. It should have been a red flag, but she was a club girl. None of the brothers looked beyond the surface.
My lower back tingled, and my hips picked up their pace. “Keep going,” I begged her. I didn’t know how she did it, but she sucked my soul out of my dick. Right before I came, she pulled away from me and quickly lifted the tank top over her head. Using her hand to milk me, she pointed my dick at her chest and let me shoot my load all over her.
“There ya go,” she said gently. Letting me go, she rubbed my come into her skin. It was hot, but I felt guilty. This should have been Chef, and I’d booted him from her bed. I didn’t have long to think about it because as I was about to repay her, my phone rang in my pants pocket.
“Sorry, darling,” I said to her, grabbing my clothes and walking out of her room. “Hello?” I answered my phone.
“Hey, Eric. I wasn’t sure if now was a good time.”
“Em, what’s up?” I should have checked the phone before answering blindly. Emily was my little sister and another source of my guilt. We’d been born to New York City High Society parents, but money didn’t bring happiness. They expected you to have the right friends, make the best connections, and look down on anything beneath you.
It wasn’t for me, and I had rebelled every step of the way. If they wanted me to hang out with the other rich people’s kids, then I picked the poor ones who were homeless or close to it. Not that they didn’t know their lot in life sucked, but they accepted it and actually worked to better their station. Most of the time, they were just more fun to be around. My parents didn’t know what it was like to scrimp and scrape. One time, they had complained about being served caviar at a party instead of white truffles. As if that was the only problem in the world. I had rolled my eyes when I heard the story the next morning.
At eighteen, I had had enough of it all and enlisted in the Marine Corps. I had walked into the recruiter’s office on a Thursday and asked for the paperwork. If I had stayed any longer, I would have gone crazy. My parents had wanted me to attend college and then law school, so I could graduate and have a fancy office on the fortieth floor in the family business that none of us had built. No, thanks.
It had been the best decision of my life. I’d graduated boot camp and met Zook during my first rotation. We had earned our road names in the military because we enjoyed firing big guns. The bigger, the better, but where I’d gained Zook, I’d lost Em. At sixteen, she hadn’t had the luxury to run like I had. She never said that she’d resented what had happened, but it had put a slight damper on our relationship over the years.
I walked down the hallway to my room, naked and holding my clothes in one hand while I had the phone in the other. “You alright?” I asked her.
“Yes, I am fine. You?”
“I am good.” No sooner had I said that than I heard the catcalls following me.
“What’s going on there? Oh, wait, I don’t want to know,” Emily chuckled. “Someone just said you have a nice ass, though. I wonder if I do, too.”
“I don’t want to think about your ass.”
“It is peach shaped, or so I think. I can’t really tell when I look in the mirror. I bet we look the same from the back, but you probably have more muscles.”
“This is weird. I am sure your ass looks fine. Doesn’t Christopher tell you?” Slate, one of the older brothers, smacked my ass on his way downstairs to breakfast, his hand making a cracking sound against the globes. “If you’re going to slap it, at least give it a pickle tickle first,” I said to him. He didn’t turn around as he flicked me off.
“Was that what I think it was? Anyway, Christopher is part of the reason I called. Mom and Dad are taking the yacht to Greece for Christmas, and I don’t want to attend the Nelson’s annual Christmas party. I am not feeling up to dealing with Christopher and his parents, so I was thinking about coming to visit you. If that’s alright?”
She never rushed her sentences like that. There was more to this story, but I wouldn’t get the answers over the phone. “Yeah, Em. I’d love to have you for Christmas.”
“Great, I’ll call you later to book my flight and let you know when I’m coming. I am looking forward to it.” She hung up, and I stood in the hallway, looking at my phone. I owed it to my sister to figure out what the fuck was going on.
Chapter 2
Making Dreams Out Of Nothing
Emily
“Did you tell your brother that you called off our engagement?” Christopher leaned against the doorframe of my office.
“No, I didn’t,” I said, shifting a few files on my desk to look busy. I didn’t want to engage in this conversation. If I pretended not to be interested, he might go away quicker.
“Embarrassed that you’ve made the worst mistake of your life?” I wouldn’t be so lucky. Christopher didn’t know when to quit, which was one reason I’d called off the wedding.
“Eric wouldn’t care, even if I told him.” I shrugged, telling Christopher the truth. My brother had never conformed to the high society ideals. In fact, he had actively rejected the mold my parents had created for him. I hadn’t been so lucky there either.
“It’s not too late. The announcement hasn’t gone out, and we could just say that this was pre-wedding jitters, Emily. Our families are expecting the companies to unite under our marriage, and you’re throwing years away on some fancy notion.” Christopher crossed his arms over his chest. “The biker has been gone for years. He’s not going to suddenly show.”
I knew that, but it stung to hear someone else say it. He’d had made it clear in his last letter that he was moving on. I had allowed myself a month to grieve the loss, and I had done the same. It had been easier than I expected, which had made me think it wasn't meant to be.
