tongue in your boughs of holly, whatever brings you a merry Christmas.”
I bit my lip. “Where are the boys?”
“Cash is out with a few of the club kids, Archer’s locked in a League of Legends battle with his online buds.”
“So, he’s got headphones on.”
Austin grinned slowly. “Yeah.”
“Winner gets to eat first,” I breathed out and made a run for our bedroom.
He laughed, following me, obviously letting me win, locking the door behind us. As I knelt before him and slid my lips over his rock-hard cock, I smiled as I rejoiced in another Christmas with the man of my dreams.
Deck the halls indeed.
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Christmas is approaching for the Dogs of Fire and Burning Saints Motorcycle Clubs, but rather than the usual holiday cheer, the air is filled with the tension of a brewing civil war.
The Gresham Spiders, a local 1% MC, is hellbent on expansion and both clubs lie directly in their path. Will assistance from an outside ally help diffuse the situation long enough to keep the peace during the holiday season?
Join Hatch and Minus, along with these two beloved MCs, as they celebrate the holidays and try to keep their clubs from splintering under the pressure.
Maisie
“Maisie?”
“Hm?” I turned from the sink, dropping the green beans I was rinsing, and focused on my man.
Hatch’s beautiful face formed an expression of bemusement mixed with concern. “Babe, I’ve called your name at least three times. You okay?”
“Oh, I’m golden, darling. Just up to my elbows in veggies.” I was in the compound kitchen, alone for the moment, and trying to figure out what would make the prison-style room look homier. The kitchen was built inside the large warehouse, which meant no windows, other than the passthrough to the great room. “We need some color in here.”
“We do?”
“Yes. Something to cheer this room up a bit.”
Hatch chuckled. “We’ll see what we can do next year.”
“Good.”
“In the meantime, do you need any help?”
“I’ll manage,” I huffed out in a tone that sounded more severe than intended.
“Okay, let’s walk away from the sink for just a moment,” Hatch said sweetly. “I think it’s time for the chef to take a break.”
“I don’t have time for a break. I’m cooking a huge Christmas meal for fifty or so of our closest friends, and a gang of hardened criminals. And I have...” I glanced at my watch, “...less than two hours before everyone gets here.”
It was actually three weeks before Christmas and we were getting ready for our annual community celebration the club did for the local kids every Christmas Eve. Tonight was our chance as a club to relax and be together, and I’d been ‘volunteered’ to cook. By my husband. Who was now standing here telling me to take a break.
“Ex-criminals,” Hatch corrected and kissed my forehead, after he wiped it off since it had been dusted with flour from the pie I’d just set in the oven.
“So they say, but I still don’t trust that lot.”
“As the old lady of a club officer, how can you come down so hard on the Burning Saints?”
“Their club is nothing like the Dogs of Fire,” I said.
“Maybe not, but they’re trying to be,” he pointed out. “That’s kinda what today is all about. Our two clubs coming together to find some common ground.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You’ve found common ground with Minus, have you then?”
“The fact that he’s with my sister is half the reason I’ve agreed to any of this.”
“And what’s the other half?” I challenged.
“Preventing all-out war from breaking out in our back yard.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, I’m trying to prevent a nuclear meltdown in this kitchen.”
“Why are you so stressed? We host Thanksgiving every year, Sunshine.