That had her lifting her head so she could look up at me. “The ghost guns?”
Amused that she’d known exactly where my mind was running, I shrugged. “I’m game. I just need to put it to a vote.”
Her eyelashes were spiky with tears, but she nodded solemnly at my words. “I want to pull my weight. I’m not lazy, Wolfe.”
Shit, I could be a mean motherfucker sometimes. I’d known that was one of her weaknesses, yet I’d used it anyway like the cunt I was. Bomber had always made a big deal about how she never pulled her weight, how she was a noose around his neck.
Jackass.
“I know, baby,” I told her on a sigh. “I’m a mean bastard.”
That had a startled laugh bursting from her. “Well, at least you can admit it.”
I winked at her, just happy to see that smile of hers, before I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. The second our mouths touched, she whimpered deep at the back of her throat, and God help me, that sound annihilated me.
That this strong, kickass woman could make that noise for me? It blew my fucking mind.
Time, I figured, to blow hers.
❖
Lucie
The second his mouth touched mine, I felt the connection explode inside me like time hadn’t separated us, like hundreds of miles hadn’t kept us apart.
I felt him in my bones, in my soul, but even that wasn’t enough.
For a second, he nipped at my lips, teasing me, taunting me with his kiss. Just like he teased and taunted me in real life, always holding himself back, always denying me some intrinsic part that made me insecure.
I wasn’t sure if he did it on purpose, just knew that it drove me mad.
As Wolfe’s tongue thrust between my lips, I couldn’t stop myself. The little devil that lived inside me had me biting down on his tongue, and when he jerked in surprise, I reached up, slipped my hands up and around his neck, and forced him to kiss me how I needed to be kissed by him.
Hard.
I wanted him to fuck my mouth.
Now.
He grunted at the bite then gave me what I wanted. His tongue thrust against mine, fucking me like I needed, tearing my breath from me, robbing me of my willpower as I both melted into Dagger and soared into Wolfe’s kiss.
When he pulled back, I let him, and groaned as he instantly dove onto my throat. His teeth clenched down on a small patch of flesh, and I hissed as the pain roared through my body, making my pussy clench down hungrily on the emptiness that made me long for them both even more. When he reached for the hem of my shirt, I hoped he was going to tear it over my head, but he didn’t, instead, he lifted it enough to reveal the wolf I had on my side, just hovering on my ribcage.
It was masochistic of me, but I’d gone for sensitive areas where the placements of my ink were concerned. They’d hurt me, in more ways than one, but it had been cathartic. The ink was a reminder that they had been a huge part of my life whether or not they still were.
When his fingers traced the black and white, heavily shaded tattoo, I shivered as the rough, callused tips touched my sensitive belly.
“I want to cum all over you.”
His growl had my eyelids fluttering to half-mast. “Promises, promises,” I retorted, and when Dagger laughed, I tipped my head to the side and stared him down. “Something funny?”
“Just you two. You’re like watching live-action porn.” His hands were behind his head now, and he rocked in his chair, truly looking like he was settling down for the show.
Fuck, that made liquid fire pool in my belly.
“Wouldn’t you prefer to touch?” I countered, slowly trailing my tongue around the arch of my lips. When his eyes darkened, his handsome face tautening with desire, I knew I had him.
“I want to fuck you in the ass,” he ground out.
“Still a butt man, huh?” I retorted, twisting away from Wolfe so I could press my forearms to his shoulders and corner him. “You wanna feel Wolfe’s cock dragging against yours at the same time?”
His nostrils flared. “You know I fuc—”
The knock at the door had me tensing, but I didn’t bother moving. Life in the clubhouse involved walking in on a lot of sex. If you didn’t like it, you could always fuck off.
When the door opened without a pause, I knew it’d either be Axe or Flame.
I hadn’t expected it to be both of them.
They trundled in, deep in argument over something, but when they caught sight of what was happening, their jaws clenched and Flame did something he only ever did when he was about to get laid—stop flicking his lighter.
“What’s going on here then?” Axe crooned, heading over to us. “I think we were about to get cut out of the party.”
My lips curved. “Not my fault you weren’t here for the start of the show.”
“A polite guest doesn’t arrive on time,” Flame chided, but his smirk was devilish as he plunked himself down on the sofa. His cock was already hard, and I could see the tent in his pants as he dragged his legs wide. His tee lay flush to his belly, delineating the corrugated abs I remembered tracing with my tongue.
Axe, in torn jeans stained with grease, proof that he’d been working on his hog, made me melt just as hard. I knew how clever Axe was in the workshop, and I wasn’t totally unlike Dorie because the scent of grease always got to me. Always brought me back to this place, to this world.
They were a smorgasbord for me to feast on, and the best part?
They wanted to feast on me just as badly.
Of course, there was a downside to this situation. I’d only slept with Ryan for a really long time, and even that hadn’t been for a while. When his prognosis had gotten worse, the medication and treatment had amped up to another level. He’d lost his drive for anything. Not just sex but life too. Fuck, he’d even stopped reading and that had about killed me, because he loved reading but ignored all books unless Amaryllis read to him.
As my throat clogged with tears at the memories, I shoved thoughts of my husband away. I missed him like crazy, always would, but I needed these men. Without them, I wouldn’t survive.
See, I was strong. I could survive most things, but losing Ryan? It about killed me. I needed these guys more than they needed me, but I couldn’t tell them that. If they knew, they’d… Shit, I didn’t know what they’d do. Hold it over me? Would they do that? I wasn’t sure.
Wolfe had surprised me this morning. Not just with what he’d told me about my mom and dad, but by how he was relenting.
That had to be a step in the right direction.
“Hey, where’d you go?”
I blinked at Axe’s question, and tilted my head into the hand that was cupping my cheek. “I missed you,” I whispered, and his eyes flared at my words. I wasn’t one for affection, wasn’t a tender person. But when I loved, I loved hard, and I let that person know.
I was an all-in kind of woman, and they’d let me down, badly, but I was willing to forgive them because I had to survive. Without Ryan, I felt like a ship without a rudder. I had no choice but to make it for Amaryllis’s sake, but she needed more than an empty shell of a mom. She deserved for me to be the best I could be, and even though these numbnuts had made a huge mistake, I’d forgive them if they’d just help me reach the old me once more.