Max on babysitting duty once the kids are ready to crash. The next day, my mother-in-law and Topanga watch the girls while I take Lana to a hotel in nearby Cincinnati. We only stay for one night, and Lana spends much of her free time checking the security footage on her phone to be sure her babies are okay.
When she isn’t worrying, we’re enjoying naked time. Lana gives me a lap dance. Many men might have experienced this show before, but I’m the only one lucky enough to keep this sexy lady.
After she dances for me, I fuck her downright silly. Lana starts giggling after orgasm number three. She’s still at it by the fifth time she’s moaning like a wildcat.
“You’re breaking me in the best way,” she says, flashing a goofy smile as she crawls over me.
“Never leave me,” I say with too much intensity as I cup her face.
Lana’s expression softens as she lowers her lips to mine. “Where would I go? I was lost before you. My home is wherever you are, Bronco.”
I’m relieved by her response. Not only her reassuring words but also by how she never thinks less of me for revealing a weakness. I’m still learning to trust that Lana wants me to be a real man rather than an unbreakable badass. Lowering my guard is safe with this woman. Somehow, being weak with Lana makes me a stronger man. I’ll never understand how that works, but I don’t think the why matters.
I’m a man that makes mistakes and acts out of emotion. My fucking brain wasn’t what led me to rampage through Elko decades ago, killing anyone who stood in the way of my newly-founded club. There was no common sense behind the hookups I had with three very different baby mamas.
I try to be smart and think long term, but I’m a man best served by emotion. My rage made me rich and powerful. My lust brought four sweet daughters into my life. My love for Lana is what’ll get me through the next decade as I hand over control of the Executioners to my nephew and send my oldest daughter away to college.
Fuck it, common sense isn’t me, and I’m too damn old to change now.
PART 9: WELL, THAT HAPPENED
BRONCO
Late on a Thursday, after the three youngest girls are in bed and Summer goofs off with her friends in the basement, I’m ready to strip down with Lana and get comfy in the hot tub. She even flashes me, showing off how she isn’t wearing anything under her robe.
Before I can get naked, I receive a call from Anders. When I tell him that I’m busy and start to hang up, he replies with, “I did something. Now that something is your problem.”
I beg Lana not to fall asleep while I’m gone. She makes no promises but insists my dick can wake her up if she does crash. Clearly, I’m pissed by the time I arrive at Anders’s house, which is nearly identical to mine.
“He doesn’t know what he wants, so he copies the men he admires,” Lowell said back when Anders’s house went through the building process.
I think of that again when I walk up to the front door, where Lowell waits. My VP smirks at my tardiness and waves off my attempt to use the kids as an excuse.
“You’re getting slow, old man,” he taunts and knocks on Anders’s door.
“You’re four years older than me.”
“Age is a state of mind, and my brain remains a young and virile motherfucker.”
I’m ready to shove Lowell’s ass into the bushes when Anders answers the door, looking wired. He doesn’t invite us inside his house immediately. Instead, his large build blocks the doorway.
“Why are we here?” I ask, wanting to get back home to where my mostly naked woman waits.
“Something happened,” he says, still refusing to move so we can get out of the warm evening.
I don’t care if he’s a foot taller than me. Anders’s antsy shit is keeping me from enjoying hot tub time with Lana. That’s why I give him a dark frown and growl, “Move.”
Of course, he obeys. Lowell and I enter his overly air-conditioned house. In the family room, we find the reason Anders is acting like a nervous kid needing to piss.
The barely legal woman stands on the couch for some reason. Her clothes are telltale Village attire, and her long, dark hair is filled with braids. When she sees us, her brown eyes widen, and she