We spend all that day and the next lazing in bed, eating, swimming, and making love. His appetite for me is voracious, and his need for me has his big beautiful cock hard for me again and again, no matter how many times we’ve fucked already.
I’ve never known pleasure such as he gives me. His mouth, his fingers, his cock…he’s magic. He wakes me in the middle of the night with his greedy mouth on me, and carries me out to the beach with a blanket over his shoulder. He spreads the blanket on the sand and he fucks me gloriously senseless beneath the stars.
We wake in the warmth of dawn, there on the blanket, spooning. He’s behind me, and we make love like that, lazily, slowly, gasping into the pink light of the Hawaiian sunrise.
There’s no more talk of the past. No more secrets to share. Nothing to unburden, no demons to face.
Finally, on the fourth morning, we pack up and shut down, taking care to leave it better than we found it. Chance loads up the boat and pushes off, and we say goodbye to our little getaway before heading back to the real world.
* * *
After more thantwelve hours of nonstop travel, we reach Las Vegas and Club Sin well into the small hours of the following morning. The club is closed by the time we arrive, the parking lot mostly empty except for a few cars left by people too drunk to drive home themselves. Chance leads me to the side entrance and down the stairs directly to their personal quarters below the club.
We find the gang all gathered in the common area, bottles of beer cracked and being drained, glasses of whiskey clinking, voices overlapping and laughter ringing.
Myka sits on the counter near the range, her arms draped over Rev’s shoulders as he leans his back into the V of her thighs—she holds a half-empty beer across his chest, and he has a bottle of whiskey in his fist. Kane sits facing Myka and Rev, his back to the table, and Anjalee sits on the table behind him, her legs under his arms and her hands idly toying with his hair—a glass of red wine sits on the table beside her, and he rests a glass bottle of fancy distilled sparkling water on her knee. The four of them are having a chaotic overlapping conversation, Anjalee and Myka talking while Rev and Kane have their own conversation. Solomon, Silas, and Saxon are clustered together on the couch, playing a first-person shooter video game—occasionally, one of them will curse or laugh or snap some insult at one of his brothers, but their attention is rapt. Cigarettes and joints smolder in an ashtray on the coffee table, tumblers of whiskey clustered around a mostly empty bottle of high-end whiskey. Lash sits on the far end of the couch, away from the brothers, watching them play and nursing a bottle of beer.
Kane is the first to notice our entrance. “Hey, Chance—missed you, buddy! Annika, good to see you again. Come on in, ya’ll. Grab a drink and hang out with us.”
Chance beelines for the kitchen area, leading me by our joined hands. He’s careful to go at a pace I can match with my bum leg. He and Rev collide with an audible crash, embracing as men do, with violent smacks on the back.
Rev claps a palm to the side of Chance’s face, a rough gesture of masculine affection. “Good, bro?”
Chance nods, glances at me, resting a heavy hand on Rev’s shoulder. “Best I’ve ever been, and then some, brother.”
Rev yanks him back in for another hug. “Glad to hear it.”
Myka takes a swig from her beer, and then hops down from the counter—she’s wearing an almost indecently short black mini-skirt with a tight white tank top, a black sports bra beneath it, and calf-height lace-up combat boots. “So, Annika. Do we have a third woman around here? Anj and I could use some more estrogen around here. All this testosterone is exhausting, you know?”
“I…” Except Kelly, I’ve never really had any real female friends. “Yeah. I’m…I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be than wherever Chance is.”
Anjalee holds her wineglass by the bowl in both hands, smiling at me over the rim. “Awww! That is so very sweet. Chance is a most wonderful man, very kind. It is good to know he will be receiving the love we all know he deserves.”
Kane squeezes her knee. “Well said, honey.”
Myka clomps over to me in her hard-heeled boots and pulls me into a hug. “Welcome home, Annika.”
A moment later, I feel Anjalee wrap her slender, delicate arms around me from the other side. “Welcome, indeed.”
I feel my nose sting and my eyes burn. “Thanks. I…thank you.”
They release me, and Myka grabs me by the arm and pulls me toward the bedrooms. “Anj, grab a fresh bottle of red and some glasses. Time for girl talk!”
I glance at Chance over my shoulder, and he grins at me. “Welcome to the Broken Arrows, mama.”
Anjalee is right behind me, a bottle of wine in one hand and three goblets in the other. I find myself sprawled out on a king-size bed in one of the rooms, surrounded by photos of Rev and Myka in various settings—in the club during the day, facing each other across a beer pong table; in front of a farmhouse surrounded by a huge group of people I assume are Myka’s family; here in the common room, Myka straddling Rev on the couch, her hands framing his face as he gazes at her with a look of the purest love, while she throws her head back in laughter. There are other photos of Rev from his military days, a camo bucket hat hanging from a nail, a shelf of books, a bureau, and a free-standing brass-framed clothing rack on locking casters, full of Myka’s clothing. The small room is packed to the gills, but it manages to feel cozy and homey rather than overstuffed.
Myka and Anjalee cluster around me on the bed, and Anjalee pours wine for all three of us. The door is open, and I can hear Chance’s laughter bellowing out, loud and carefree.
“So.” Myka leans toward me. “I’m dying for some gossip.”
I laugh, shake my head. “What gossip? I just met all of you.”
She leans closer yet, whispering. “No, like, details. You and Chance.” She grabs my knee, shaking it. “Is he packing what I think he’s packing?”
I blush. “Um.” I glance at Anjalee, but she’s waiting for my answer with wide, eager eyes. “Yes? I mean…” I can’t help a breathy giggle, as I decide to throw myself into this newest experience—girl talk; Kelly and I weren’t the type of friends to giggle together over boys. “Whatever you think he may have, down there?” I widen my eyes dramatically. “Multiply it. By alot.”
Myka covers her mouth with her hand, coughing laughter. “I mean, I know what my man has, and I’m gonna guess that Chance is even bigger than him. And my man’s got…well, let’s just say that if you see me walking funny sometimes, he’s why.”
