However, Judge also had a say in what Saylor did and didn’t do since she was a part of his family now and, as their house mouse, Rev’s sister was responsible for Cassie’s daughter, Daisy.
The club’s sergeant at arms and his ol’ lady had set certain rules for Saylor before agreeing to let her live with them. Not only to keep the then eighteen-year-old out of trouble and to steer her down a better path, but because Daisy was at the age where she was easily influenced by bad behavior. And Saylor, to remain free from John Schmidt, had been a pro at bad behavior.
Rev didn’t argue with any of the rules Judge and Cassie came up with because it gave his sister structure, something she needed after spending almost all of her teen years in juvie and, even before that, being sheltered in what Rev now considered a religious cult.
She spent all of those years locked away from any kind of real family. All of those years separated from her older brother. A brother who couldn’t even visit her until after he turned eighteen. His fear of being caught as a runaway, being returned to Coatesville and given back to his parents had kept him away.
Selfish self-preservation.
He gritted his teeth at his life’s biggest regret.
He had broken the news to Saylor earlier about how their “father” succumbed to his cancer and he assured her she was safe since the man would never “touch” her life again. What he didn’t tell her was that he discovered they were only half-siblings and that her real father was not John Schmidt. Or that their parentage had been another fucking lie among thousands of others.
No, she didn’t need to know because that family no longer existed to them.
The bad was hopefully behind them now, and only the good in front of them.
He took another long drag on his cigarette, the end glowing brightly enough to break up the surrounding darkness, then tilted his head as he heard something moving in his direction. Footsteps. Not something, someone.
He quickly took one more hit of the tobacco, then flicked the remainder away into the shadows as the footsteps got closer.
Then he heard a stumble, a gasp, a little shuffled tap dance, followed by a muttered curse.
He pinned his lips together so he wouldn’t laugh and give away his hiding spot.
His erection had already begun to push against his zipper in anticipation.
He held his breath as the footsteps continued toward Reilly’s Hyundai Kona. She had parked it out of the way along the six-foot chain-link fence that contained all the vehicles Trip and Sig repo’d for Buck You Recovery. Last year, Trip had built the repo yard behind the long shed where they all parked their sleds, so the vehicles were out of sight from anyone looking for their missing ride. Also, to keep them from being tempted to take their vehicle back before actually catching up on their delinquent payments.
The only good thing about Reilly parking there was it was out of sight from anyone still lingering outside in the courtyard. Once things had wound down and everyone who still could function moved into The Barn to continue to party, or find available snatch to fall into, he had headed out to find her car and wait for her.
He knew she wouldn’t stay too late since they both had to be back at work in the morning. He also hoped to fuck she had curtailed her drinking sooner than later since she needed to drive. If not, he wasn’t allowing her to go anywhere until she sobered up.
When the crunch of her high-heeled boots came from right around the corner, his arm shot out grabbing hers and, with a hand securely covering her mouth, he yanked her behind the shed and out of view.
“It’s me,” he whispered into her ear. He waited for her to relax against him and removed his hand.
“You scared the shit out of me!” she yelled, shoving at his chest.
“Quiet. Don’t need anyone comin’ to check on you ‘cause you’re over here bein’ loud.”
“You could’ve just texted me to come meet you, dummy. Now my heart is pounding from my heart attack.” She leaned away from him slightly. “Are you hard?”
“Maybe.”
“No, no maybe about it. Is that why you’re waiting for me?”
“Wanted to talk to you.”
“Dirty talk?” She wedged her hand between their pinned bodies and slid her palm over his hard-on.
He grabbed her wrist and regrettably pulled it free. “No.” Even in the dark, he could see her disappointment. “Are you wasted?”
“No,” she answered, sounding insulted. “Should I be for this ‘talk?’”
“Fuck no. Want you fuckin’ sober.” Not just for the talk but for what would happen after it.
“Uh oh. That sounds serious. Is there a problem?”
“You tell me.”
She shook her head. “I don’t understand.”
“Seriously? I watched your ass get dragged inside by Trip and Deacon and you don’t understand my concern? Been dyin’ all fuckin’ night to ask you about it.”
“It had nothing to do with you.” She paused. “Or us.”
Us. “I wasn’t mentioned?”
“No.”
“You gonna spill? Or are you just gonna leave me hangin’?”
She reached down between them again. “Are you hanging to the left or to the right?” She squeezed his dick, even though it now wasn’t as hard as it was when he first grabbed her.
“Woman…” he warned.
She sighed. “Okay, fine. Remember the emergency housing Trip and Dutch arranged for Cage?”
“Can’t forget that. The trailer was a smart, quick solution.”
“Yes, well… Trip decided it was not only a smart solution for Cage and Dyna but an even better business of our own.”
“He’s mentioned it several times. What does it have to do with you?” he asked, confused.
“Everything.”
An impatient growl bubbled up his throat.
Her hand had made quick work of getting him rock hard again.
She tipped her face up to his. “Kiss me first.”
“Use your mouth to tell me what I wanna know, then we’ll use it for somethin’ else.”
She lifted one eyebrow. “You didn’t get any of your itches scratched by any of the sweet butts?”
“You know I didn’t.”
“How would I know? I didn’t watch you,” she huffed.
“The fuck you didn’t.”
“Okay, I didn’t watch you every second. You could’ve snuck off and—”
He claimed her lips and swept away the rest of her words with his tongue. When they were done exploring each other’s mouths, they were left panting and his dick was throbbing. They needed to get this conversation over with so he could get on with the rest of his plan.
And hope to fuck they didn’t get caught while doing it. But they were doing it. Because after the club run today, she needed a reminder. One he planned on giving to her.
“Want more of that?” he asked against her lips.
“Yes,” she hissed softly while clinging to him.
He liked that… No, he fucking loved that. The feel of her pressed against him, holding on. Like he could be her rock when she needed it.
Not could be, would be. If she needed to lean on anybody, it should be him.
“Pussy wet?”