“Are you okay?” she asks, all breathy and mine.
I lick my lips and taste her there.
I’m fuckin’ wonderful.
Never better.
Tearing her shirt over her head, Kit wipes the mess from my face and chest, then my cock and hand. She tucks me back into my pants with great care.
To stop her fussing over me, I grip her wrist and lock my fingers around it. She quits what she’s doing to meet my gaze. “I love you so… fuckin’ much,” I rasp.
She smiles shyly. “I love you, too.”
“Come here.” Tugging her closer, I help my woman into my lap. Ass on thighs, her face tucked into the side of my neck as I wrap both arms around her. For however long we sit here, breathing together, sayin’ nothing. It’s just us in our world. Tomorrow, I’m gonna help plan our grandbaby’s birthday party. Today, I’m gonna ravish my woman.
To do just that, I trail my hand down her side, up her bare thigh, and sneak right there in between.
Never one to argue whenever I wanna touch, Kit’s legs part just enough to let two fingers inside. A sexy little sigh slips free, vibrating at my throat as she nibbles there.
“Give me a few minutes, love, and I’ll fuck you like you asked,” I promise.
Kit’s answering gasp is all I need.
I am one lucky motherfucker.
2
Big
There’s a motherfucking four-foot-tall mushroom with a blue caterpillar sitting on top in the middle of my clubhouse. Right here, taking up space in all its ugly-as-hell glory.
Why did I agree to this birthday party?
Well, I didn’t actually agree to anything, now did I?
More like the hottest fuckin’ woman to ever exist smiled at me, and I… caved like a little bitch.
Nothing’s changed in that regard.
She wants something, and she gets it.
Even if I fuckin’ hate celebrations that include spending my money on pointless frou-frou shit, I’ll deal with it for her and our kid. It’s not like I don’t already have a heaping mess of other important shit on my plate to handle, like running a club and keepin’ us alive—thanks to a war that’s been brewing for a goddamn decade. Though I can’t say I didn’t enjoy torturing a few of those low-life motherfuckers who infiltrated ourcompound. It was a little fun. Or a lot.Satisfyingwould be a better term.
Cursing under my breath at the next item on my endless to-do list, I yank my phone from my cut and connect a call to our cleaner to handle the current mess Kade gifted us. While I’m at it, why not have a hideous movie-sized caterpillar smoking a pipe keep me company?
Fun times.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Kade, but fuck, he’s a nightmare to rein in. He gets a little too excited, and I end up with a bloodbath I gotta manage delicately before the cops go sniffin’ around and get their asses hurt in the crossfire of our current feud.
Kickin’ the flared base of the mushroom, I wait for our guy to pick up.
“Mr. Sunshine’s cleaning service,” our brother Sunshine answers in his best customer service voice, which sounds a helluva lot like chewed-up gravel.
“I need a deep clean.” In our world, “deep clean” is code for lots of blood or body parts.
“How many rooms, sir?” Rooms equal bodies needed to be disposed of.
“Ten.” Heaving in inward sign, I shake my head. If there are ten bodies, I can’t imagine what Kade and his old lady did to the group of sickos they came across, and I’m too tired to ask questions. That’s for their club president to deal with.
