Need Us
Authors: Amanda Heath
Need Us (Make or Break Epilogue)
Amanda Heath
Need Us
Copyright © 2014 by Amanda Heath
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For Ale, Dalton, Cody, & Lee
May our lives never be this crazy
Royal
“We’re getting married tomorrow,” Wes whispers in my ear. I open my eyes and look down at her upturned face. Her green eyes shine with all the happiness in the world. I gave her that.
I’m the man.
I lift my hand up and cup her cheek. She grins and nuzzles against me. “I can’t wait,” I murmur, using both my hands to pull her face towards mine. Her soft lips meet mine and like always, the world blanks out and it’s just the two of us. Nothing can touch us here. Nothing can get in the way of us being together.
She breaks away from my mouth and the corner of my mouth lifts up as she licks her lips. “I can’t wait to be Mrs. Royal Duke Sanders.” I chuckle and like always, she melts against me and her eyes glaze over. You never think something like a chuckle could be that powerful but for some reason Wes is always like this when I chuckle.
I move my hands down her naked sides and start to tickle her. She giggles as I roll her over onto her back. I bring my head down to kiss along her neck until my lips meet her chin “I can’t wait to be Mr. Wesley Ann Bridges.” This sends her into a fit of giggles. I just watch as she turns bright red. “What? I’m completely serious.”
She shoves at my shoulders until I sit up. “You’re too silly for your own good.” She moves off the bed and pads her naked ass into the bathroom. I sigh because there’s nothing sexier than a naked Wesley.
I get off the bed myself as my phone starts ringing. “Channing calling…” appears on the screen and a piece of my heart starts hurting. It might make me sound like a cheesy pansy but I love Channing like we came from the same womb. I’d do anything for him.
I only wish I could take away the pain I know he’s going through. “Hey,” I state once I swipe my finger across the screen.
“She’s in town,” he says with perfect calm. That’s the one thing about Channing I can’t stand. Showing how he feels isn’t something he’s wired to do. Hell, the man isn’t even wired to talk about his feelings. I know he’s hurting but you wouldn’t be able to tell just by the way he’s been acting.
I smooth my hand down my face, knowing this was coming. “Yeah, she got in last night. You knew she was coming.”
Channing sighs. “I know man. I just didn’t expect for it to be this hard.”
I feel my brow furrow in confusion. “You haven’t seen her in a year. I’d be rolling around on the floor crying for my momma.”
Wesley pops out of the bathroom and raises her eyebrows. “Tell him he won’t even have to speak to her. She told me she didn’t plan on making his life a living hell while she’s here.”
“If she wanted that then she shouldn’t have come at all,” Channing mutters into my ear. I feel my lips form a half smile. Finally, just a little sight into the broken heart of my best friend.
“She’s one of Wes’s best friends. And as much as Wes loves you, she can’t not invite her. And you told her you didn’t care if she was in the wedding.” I hear him groan and I refrain from laughing. “You can’t back out now. Wes will go all Bridezilla on you.”
I hear static and then a banging. “I’m not going to do anything to mess up your big day. I’m just saying this is going to be hard on me, not to mention everyone else. Make sure Wes knows that.”
I sneer at that remark. I don’t think anyone has been more right about it. I’m mad at her, Rach hates her, and Pierce has probably come up with several torture devices designed for her. Hell the four of us can’t even say her name without untold hatred coursing through our bodies. Not to mention Channing’s sister Ashley. She’s gone all SAMCRO on us and has a sea of mean ass bikers behind her. The Redhead has some nerve showing up in this town.
“I’ve talked to her. But you know my girl, has a heart bigger than the world and can’t be mad about anything for too long. Even Annabella got invited. It’s a wonder my sister even agreed to be Maid of Honor.”
“I think it’s Matron of Honor,” Channing replies while more banging sounds in the background.
“Huh? I thought it was Maid of Honor?” I scratch at my head in confusion.
“Rachel is married, she’s not a maid anymore.” The banging sounds again but I ignore it.
“How the hell do you even know that?” I let out a laugh. I’m the one getting married tomorrow, and I didn’t even know that.
“Well I was once in your shoes.” Oh and it clicks in my head. The Redhead’s best friend got married right out of high school. I don’t say this into the phone though. We’ve spent an entire year never bringing up the wedding that didn’t happen. It causes too much rage in those not involved and too much pain for Channing.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
“What the fuck is that noise?” I finally ask, directing the converstation away from anything to do with the Redhead.
Channing growls and I hear the bang yet again. “Your sister and my brother are fucking in the shower. And it’s loud.”
Right on cue I gag. I hate hearing about my sister’s sex life. Sometimes in my head I pretend my nephew Asher came from the angels and that Rach is still a virgin.
If only that were true.
“Thanks bro. I really needed to hear that.” I can only imagine what Channing has to hear living in that house with the happily married couple. It’s coming up on their five-year anniversary. And once upon a time I thought they’d never make it to one month.
Glad I was wrong.
“I guess they didn’t know I came back home last night. They aren’t usually so bad about it.”
I open my mouth to say something but Wes walks out of the bathroom with her hair all wet and water dripping down her exposed back. My dick stands at attention just like that. It’s never a slow build up with her. She walks into a room and I want her.
“Get off the phone. I have something to show you,” she says while winking and dropping the towel to the ground. I love her ass…her flat stomach…her breasts with their rose colored nipples…all that wild blonde hair…hell you get the point.
“I gotta go, bro. See you this afternoon, kay?” I think I might be panting as Wesley brings her hand between her breasts slowly, making a path to my favorite part of her body.
“Yeah, bye.”
I don’t even know if he hung up and I can’t honestly bring myself to care. “What do you have to show me, girl?” I take a step towards her, shucking my boxer briefs along the way.
My Duchess wiggles her finger at me and I find that I can’t stop myself from making the rest of the way to her. I put my hands on her hips right as her hand makes it to her sex. I watch, fascinated as she smooths a finger through her folds and brings her finger back out. She uses the finger to smear across my lips. I groan as I feel my balls tighten. “I’m all wet for you,” she whispers.
Five years ago, the woman in front of me wouldn’t have been this bold. But once you get this used to someone, you can pretty much do anything to please them. All our insecurities got left behind a long ass time ago. Though I still try to make her blush every now and then.
I plant my hands on her ass and use them to lift her off the ground. My lips meet hers and she gasps as I set her down on the dresser. There’s nothing I like more than making Wes taste herself. I tilt her hips towards mine and rub my hardness against her lower lips. I break my lips away and kiss along her jaw. “You want me inside you?” I whisper, using my hands to tease her erect nipples.
All she can do is nod.
I slowly start to push into her heat. Then I pull back using my hands to shove her thighs wider. I drop to my knees and snake my tongue out to tease her clit. I suck it into my mouth as her hands come into my hair, pulling the strands right at my scalp. That little bit of pain has me using my hand on myself. I tug while my mouth worships Wesley.
I can feel her inner walls start to quake on my tongue so I pull back and stand up. Wesley is flushed and panting, just the way I want her. “You’re a fucking bastard,” she states, glaring at me.
I push my dick into her while she’s looking in my eyes and she gasps. I pump my hips as I lean down to kiss her swollen lips. She moans right into my mouth and I go faster, bringing us to the edge. Her nails dig into my shoulders as her walls spasm around my dick. I slam a hand into the wall as I lose control of my hips.
Afterward we hold each other up, trying to regain ourselves. “Who’s the bastard now? Hmmm, girl?”
She laughs but the sound is breathless. “You could never be a bastard. But you can’t just deny me an orgasm like that and not expect me to call you names.”
I nuzzle against her cheek and grin. “You can call me every name in the book, I’ll still get you off. You should know this by now.”
She smacks my shoulder and pushes me away so she can climb down from the dresser. “I do know that. But you can’t explain that to my head when you use that mouth and then take it away.”
I chuckle and head into the bathroom for my own shower. “Love you, girl.”
“Love you too, baby.”
I’m out of the shower and combing through my hair when “Fancy” by Iggy Azalea starts echoing through the bedroom. Wesley has this thing about giving everyone a song that describes them for their ring tone. I certainly wouldn’t do that, but I love how much both of us love music.
I’ll give you one guess as to who is calling Wes.
“WHAT?!?!?!” Wesley screeches and I drop the comb hearing it clatter into the porcelain sink. I run into the bedroom and see Wes with her pants around her hips, her lacey pair of panties around her hips. A matching bra rests on her chest. Damn she looks so good in pink.
Down boy.
“You can not be serious right now! I’m getting married tomorrow! Get your shit together!” She slams the phone down on the dresser and pulls her pants on the rest of the way. Her cheeks are flushed but this time it isn’t because of me; no it’s because of anger.
Then my phone starts ringing.
I stride over to my nightstand but Wesley stops me. “If you answer that phone I will hit you.” She says it quietly but I know she means it.
“What the fuck is going on, Duchess?” I pick my boxer briefs off the pile of clothes Wesley laid out on the bed for me. She’s the perfect woman for me. I don’t even have to ask, not that I would, she just does it.
She throws her black shirt on over her head. “Bride” is written across her generous boobs and I love it so much I bite my lip to stop from smiling. “Rachel and Pierce decided they are separating!” She screams this while pulling at her hair. “First Paisley, and now this. Everyone wants to ruin my wedding!”
I flinch at the use of the Redhead’s name. I kind of fucking hate that bitch but that’s not important right now. “What do you mean they are separating?”
“Rach called and said they got into a huge fight and she refuses to be with him anymore. She was hysterical but I think she’s serious.” Wesley stops pacing to look up at me. “Why must they do this to me? They couldn’t have waited two days?”
I don’t answer her.
If push comes to shove, we’ll go to Vegas. We are getting married tomorrow if I have to tie everyone up and lock them in closets.
Welcome to the dramatic, overbearing, crazy as shit family!
