“What makes you think I’m doing it for you two?” I ask her in mock surprise. “No, no, these boys are here to install a man-cave for me. If I’m going to be hanging around this rickety old farmhouse, I need a place to get away from all the racket you two make.”
That gets a smile out of her; and I know that once she’s grinning, the battle is already won.
“What are they really doing, Malcolm? Tell me the truth,” she sighs.
“I’m serious, they’re fixing the place up. Not with a man-cave; though, now that I think about it, that’s not a bad idea. Naomi, this place needs serious repairs for our daughter before she starts crawling and walking! You know I’m right.”
“What happened to if you’re going to be spending more time here?” she asks me with an arched eyebrow.
“Well, I mean, when you’re ready for us to take that next step. I’m not trying to rush you after everything…” I stammer a bit before she bursts into laughter.
“Grab Honey, you big jackass, and then help me get these groceries inside. I’ll make dinner tonight if you’ll promise to stay. Deal?”
“You want me to stay? I mean, if you’re ready for me to sleep over….” I trail off as she laughs at me again.
“Yes, Malcolm, I’m more than ready. Honestly, I’ve been ready for quite some time. I was just waiting for you to get your swagger back and pin me to a wall or throw me on the bed. You really have been taking things slow, trying hard to do everything right, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, I really have,” I agree sincerely, because I’ve never wanted anything more than Naomi and Honey.
“Well, let’s get one thing straight then,” Naomi says around two bags of groceries. “Pinning me to a wall or throwing me on the bed is now, officially, perfectly okay. Do you understand now, Mr. President?”
“Oh, I understand, honey,” I agree. “Come on, Honey-Bear, let’s get inside and get you settled down. Your mother and I have some very serious catching up to do tonight.”
“You bet your ass we do,” Naomi agrees. “You have no idea how bad it got while I was pregnant. Those hormones will drive you out of your damned mind.”
“Speaking of driving people out of their minds,” I grin at her as we struggle up the stairs with the groceries and the baby. “I should probably talk to you about what these guys are doing to our house. Oh, and um, maybe give you a few details about the plan I’m working on for your dear old dad.”
“Please tell me you’re finally going to be karma driving a Mack truck and mowing that horrible man down,” she says when we make our way into the kitchen where she sits our groceries down and I lower Honey’s car seat.
“Don’t worry. We are going to make Grandpa Harry a very, very unhappy man,” I tell her.
“In that case, you, Malcolm Hyde, have made me a very, very happy mama,” Naomi says when she winds her arms around my neck and kisses me.
“There’s something else in my pocket that might make you happy,” I tell her.
“Ooh, kind of hard to miss that,” she says when she grinds herself on my cock.
“Not that. Well, not just that,” I amend before I reach down and pull her repaired necklace out and dangle it from the tip of my finger.
“My necklace!” she exclaims when she snatches it up. “I thought you may have thrown it in the trash!”
“Fuck that,” I huff. “Do you have any idea how much those diamonds are worth?”
“Diamonds?” Naomi gasps as she brings the locket closer to her eyes. “No way! I thought they were cheap gemstones. The yellow and black are…”
“Both diamonds.”
“Wow, Malcolm, you really shouldn’t have,” she says as she unhooks the clasp to put it around her neck. “And I mean, you really, really shouldn’t have.”
“You’re the first woman I’ve ever bought a diamond for, and I want you to be the last,” I say when I grab her hips to pull her body flush with mine.
Brushing her lips over mine, she asks, “Are you asking me to be your old lady?”
“Honey, I’m asking you to be my old lady, my wife, my every-fucking-thing. So what do you say?”
“I say…you’ve got yourself a deal, Mr. President,” Naomi says, lifting a weight off of my shoulders.
“About. Fucking. Time,” I mutter between quick kisses before I throw in some tongue action, kissing her so hard her knees go weak and my arms are the only thing keeping her steady.
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The End
Devlin (Book 2)
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Synopsis
As one of the enforcers for the Dirty Aces, sometimes I have to hurt people. Using my fists to get results is not something I enjoy – it’s just part of the job. My loyalty will always be to the MC and no one else.
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So just because Jetta James is a hot as hell girl I once hooked up with at a rock concert, it doesn’t mean I can give her brother a break on the gambling debt he owes to the Aces.
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When Jetta finds out I’m a member of the MC, she thinks I’m bad news; but her brother Sean is the one drowning in his bad decisions.
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And the day Sean makes a stupid deal that puts Jetta’s life in danger, I’ll beat, maim, and kill every asshole who stands in my way in order to save her, even her own brother.
Chapter One
Devlin Boyd
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“Dude, where the fuck are you?” I yell into my phone. I’m not sure if Fiasco can even hear me over the crappy band playing on stage and the crowd cheering them on at the fairgrounds.
“Back at my apartment,” he says simply.
“Well then grab your ticket and get your ass back here! Traffic is still a mile long, and Wasteland Authority is going on next, so you’ll probably have to run your bike up the shoulder.”