The President's Wife (Snakes Henchmen MC 0.5)

I was so scared that I wouldn’t let Willow out of my sight for months. I sat with her every night and talked about anything she wanted and needed to talk about. We would watch movies, dance, sing, anything Willow wanted, we did. Then we had a heart to heart where I let her know that she should never believe the mean words of others. Sure, it was easy for me to say, I wasn’t going through it. However, I wanted her to know that if she ever felt like things were too much, then she was to come to me, and I’d help her, because, to me, she was, and is, everything to me. I wanted her to talk to and to never think the only way out of her sadness was to take her own life.

Luckily for me, Willow was stronger than that. However, she wanted to learn self-defense. Not because she wanted to hit out at people, but because she’d heard it was an excellent way to let off steam, to get out her anger at others for what they would say to her, and to give her more confidence.

Then she turned sixteen and found makeup and clothes more age-appropriate, had her braces removed, lost a little weight thanks to the self-defense training, and now Jett and Tank spend more time keeping guys away from her because they might want more from her. Willow is never short of admirers of late.

Hammer even told Willow that she was beautiful and that she should never change for anyone. The only trouble with him telling her that was the fact I realized she was crushing on him. Shepard has warned every man in the MC what he’ll do to them should they so much as look at Willow with lust in their eyes.

It made me laugh a little. Willow is growing up, and I will never allow anyone to choose the men she dates. I’m not the kind of mother that would force her daughter away from any man she might have strong feelings for. I believe we each have the right to fall for whom we want. As long as he doesn’t hurt her, of course, in that case, the boys are free to kill the little fuck.

Hammer is eight years older than Willow, and right now, I don’t think she even really knows what it would mean for her to be with a man like him. It’s not the age gap, Vince is ten years older than I am, and I’m not a hypocrite. I just think my little girl needs to grow into herself a little more before she thinks about settling down.

Tonight, Willow is babysitting the kids so that Shepard and I can have a much needed night out with our friends. My husband made sure VJ and Max were asleep before we left the house, we’d never have gotten out unless we did. The boys love Willow, especially Maxy, but VJ misbehaves if Shepard isn’t home, and Maxy cries nonstop if I'm not. That upsets me no end. I hate when he cries for me, it’s so heart-wrenching. For me, at least, but then I am his mother.

I’m wearing a tight, short red dress, and matching heels tonight. I want to work my husband up and drive him crazy. From the look on his face when I came down the stairs, I’d say I was on the right track.

Seeing my husband in black trousers, and a black button-down shirt with the top three buttons open, showing his chest, and that massive MC tattoo had my pussy throbbing. I’d never seen him look so damn sexy. I almost dragged him back inside so I could fuck his brains out before we left. Though as Shepard pointed out, if we didn’t go right then, we never would.

BlackJack and Taylor are with us. Jack is wearing trousers and a shirt also, but his pants are dark gray and his shirt matches. Neither men are wearing their cuts. Something they always wear. It’s a part of who they are just as much as the women they love. However, they did this for Taylor and me, to give us a night without the whole biker thing. Well, as much as they can, being who they are. They honestly didn’t need to this, we love them just the way they are, but both men just smiled and rolled their eyes before kissing us.

Taylor is wearing dark blue, a dress that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. I have to admit that neither of us looks our age. All right, we’re only in our early thirties, but looking twenty-six at my age is a damn good compliment.

The meal was nice, but now I need to pee badly. My bladder isn’t as strong as it once was. The joy of having children, but do you know what? I’d take the weak bladder any day of the week, rather than be without my kids.

I think I’ve had a little too much to drink, and I’m now feeling a little emotional. Don’t ask me why, but this is what happens when I drink. I let too much fill my head, stuff that isn’t true, but I can’t stop thinking about it. This is why I don’t drink often.

I wash my hands and then look at myself in the restroom mirror after using the toilet. I can’t stop thinking about the past, and how if Celia hadn’t left, Shepard would still be with her. He’d be with her, and he’d still have Nova. However, that makes me think about the fact I wouldn’t have VJ and Max, and that kills me.

Large hands slip around my waist from behind. Soft lips kiss my neck. I didn’t even hear my husband come into the bathroom. I guess I knew deep down he’d follow me if I were any longer than the five minutes I said I’d be. “I thought you’d gotten lost.”

“Just lost in thought,” I tell him with a slight smile.

“Get out of your head, Lynette. Whatever you’re thinking about, don’t.” I lean my head back against Shepard’s powerful chest. His hands are on my thighs, sliding upwards, taking my skirt with them. “The past doesn’t belong here, baby.”

“I'm sorry,” I may have my eyes closed, but they roll just the same. Feeling Shepard’s lips on my neck, and his fingertips stroking my soaked pussy through my silk panties is making it hard to concentrate. This is what he does to get me out of my head. He touches me, drives me crazy, makes me think of nothing and no one but him. “I couldn’t help but think,” I gasp, his fingers are inside my panties, feeling my wetness, making me lose my train of thought.

What was I saying?

Oh, yeah. “Celia. I couldn’t help but think about what life would be like if she hadn’t left.” I slide my hand around the back of his neck and groan. “You’d still be with her, and I’d still be lying in my bed each night wishing I could be the one you loved. Oh, god,” I'm going to come, and I won’t be able to stop it. He only has to look at me and I’m wet. He touches me softly, and I need to come. His thick fingers are now inside of me, twisting, pulling, fucking me.

We’re in the restroom! We should not be doing this!

Oh, who am I trying to kid? I don’t give a damn where we are when he’s touching me like this.

“Even if she hadn’t taken off we wouldn’t’ve lasted. You’re the one I have always loved. You were the one I wanted the moment I met you. Celia and I would’ve ended, and you and I would have still gotten together, still got married, still had our boys. So stop thinking about things that would never have happened.”

I nod with my eyes closed, my hips moving in time with his hand.

“You are everything to me,” He hisses with conviction while finger fucking me so hard I scream, and then stop myself just in time for it to be too high-pitched and draw attention to us. “You’re my girl, you always have been, and you always will be. Don’t you ever forget it!”

“I won’t!” I scream as I come hard around his fingers.

“Tell me, Lynette.” He rubs my clit harder, faster, and I’ve only just managed to pull my panties down around my knees before I squirt my pleasure all over the damn countertop.

“I won’t forget! I’m yours!”

“Good girl,” I fall forward, clutching the wash basin as he bends down behind me and slides my ruined panties down my legs. I step out of them, swaying a little, I’m so blissed out after that orgasm that I can’t feel much of anything other than the tingling in my limbs.

Shepard kisses the backs of my legs one at a time, right up to my ass, which is exposed for anyone to see if they should walk into this restroom right now. Not that my husband cares if anyone walks in. He’s not shy, but then I know, without a doubt, he’s locked the door. He’d never do this if he knew someone might see me. Shepard will point out to anyone who will listen how beautiful he believes I am. However, that does not mean he wants anyone seeing me like this. I belong to him, no one else.

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Standing his full height, he lifts my dress higher while grabbing my hips and pulling me back against him. I can feel his hardness against my ass, and I groan.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” I nod my head because it’s all I can do. He has me bent over the counter, my hair in his fist, his cock deep inside of me. There’s no better feeling than Shepard fucking me hard like this, so hard every part of my body thuds with pleasure. His eyes lock with mine through the mirror in front of us, a smirk on his sexy lips, and my pussy tightens.

Clutching at nothing, I scream his name as he pounds into me relentlessly. “Fuck! Oh, god, fuck me harder, Vince! Harder!” Harder he fucks me, his cock head bashing against my womb, and I’m sure the whole damn restaurant can hear us, but I can’t stop screaming his name as I come again. Just two hard thrusts later, and he’s coming hard inside of me.

Shepard falls against my back for only a second before he kisses my head and pulls out of me. His seed falls down my thigh, and I laugh while he cleans me up as if I’m incapable of doing it myself.

“I love you.” He tells me. I smile at him while I fix my clothes back into their rightful place. “No more thinkin’ on things that have no business poppin’ inside your head. I love you,” He tells me again, and pulling me into his arms.