“Just as she’s Ink’s too,” Saint rasped.
I nodded. “Yeah.”
Between us, Ama shivered. “Can we do this again?”
Staring down at her, I blinked. “Huh?”
“Can we do this again? But with you both inside me?”
My lips twitched and Saint barked out a laugh.
“Yeah, baby doll, we sure can,” I growled, and somehow, that sealed our fate.
For an eternity.
❖
Saint
As she climbed onto the back of my hog, I sighed with delight as she settled in like the place had been made for her—and it had.
Her long, lithe legs clung to mine, and her arms settled around my waist like they’d been doing since she’d been old enough to ride bitch.
With her hands flat on my belly, I set off with Keys at my back, and wasn’t altogether surprised when, halfway through the ride, her hand settled atop my cock.
I said nothing because I wasn’t a fucking moron. It felt good, even if it was torture. But hell, there was plenty we could do that didn’t involve us hurting her, and Jesus… the idea of doing stuff to her with Keys taking part? Or just watching him torment her with pleasure?
There was no denying the way my blood pressure soared at that.
It wasn’t something I’d thought about in the past, but here I was, thinking about it now, and my cock was throbbing like a fucking bastard.
When we made it to Ink’s place—he’d texted us the address earlier and told us to come here—I groaned when she squeezed my cock one last time, and hopped off the back of the bike with the agility of someone who’d been doing it for years. Most of those years had been behind her parents’ backs, of course.
As she stared up at the house, I figured she was just as surprised as me. I hadn’t even known Ink had a home in Jonsson, had just thought he lived in the clubhouse to keep costs low.
The place was small, but the plot of land it was on wasn’t. The one-story house was made of brick down the sides, but the front was siding and it had a peaked roof with a bright green motif. The siding was clean and well-tended, and the matching shutters were too.
So, even if he didn’t live here, he kept the place maintained.
As I peered over my shoulder at the garden, saw the acres of lawn that weren’t overgrown either, I mumbled, “Who the fuck is Ink?”
Ama shrugged. “Figured he’d have a place like this.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s got his head screwed on?”
Keys’s keys jangled as he shuffled up beside her. “You mean because he’s old.”
She elbowed him in the side, but her nose crinkled at the bridge. “A little.”
A snort sounded from around the side of the house, where Ink strode out of nowhere. “It’s okay, babe. I’m double your age. You fuckers gonna make me feel like a pervert for the rest of our lives?” He cocked a brow at me, then narrowed his eyes at Keys, and I felt the warning to back off all the way across the yard.
Ama, of course, didn’t think twice about running over to him. She even flung herself forward and let him catch her. When his hands cupped her ass as her legs cupped his hips, I had to sigh at the damn fine sight of those peachy globes parted by tight denim.
Tongue cleaving to the roof of my mouth, I asked, “Why did we have to come here?”
Ink scowled at me over Ama’s shoulder.
I shrugged. “If you think you can keep shit from her, you’re a moron.”
Ama laughed. “He’s right. I have my ways. Most of which were learned at my momma’s knee.”
Ink groaned. “Don’t even go there. I know way too much about your parents.”
“What do you mean?” she questioned, her head tipping to the side.
“I mean,” he grumbled, then shot us a look. “What do you know about Bubbles? She told Lucie that she was carrying Wolfe’s kid.”
Ama gasped, but I snorted. “She pulled that shit on me the night of the run. I told her where to get lost.”
“She said my daddy was the father?” Ama whispered, sounding so despondent I regretted my flippant tone immediately.
“Hey, he isn’t,” Ink soothed. “But it was just a lot to handle at church. We had one issue going down and then Lucie had a meltdown.”
“Can’t blame her if that bitch blamed that baby on the Prez. Jesus, what’s she gonna do next? Tell all the brothers it’s theirs in the vain hope that one will stick?” I snorted. “I’m surprised Lucie didn’t toss her out on her ear.”
Ink shrugged. “Me, too.”
“Momma’s more vulnerable than you think,” Ama chided, twisting around to shoot me a disapproving look when I let out a hoot. “She is! She might look like she’s made of steel, but she isn’t. She has feelings too.”
“Even monsters have feelings, I guess,” I mumbled under my breath, but this time, Keys elbowed me in the side.
“Fuck off. You know Lucie ain’t a monster. She’s good people. I can’t blame her for having a meltdown. Not when some bitch is claiming her husband is the daddy of her kid. I mean, fuck, that’s a betrayal on more than one level.” He ground his teeth. “Hope that fucking bitch gets what’s coming to her, pulling that shit.”
Ink grunted. “I don’t even want to talk about that. I was just curious if Bubbles had been spilling her mouth to anyone.”
“Why?” Ama inquired, “Wouldn’t you know?”
He shrugged. “Not really. I don’t exactly hang out with the sweetbutts that much anymore,” he teased, and his words had me frowning. “I wasn’t about to let another woman in my bed when you were sleeping in it, was I?”
Her cheeks pinkened as she burrowed her face into his throat. “Oh.”
“Oh?” I cut Keys a look and saw he was just as confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’ve had a bed buddy for a while now.” Ink shrugged. “Nothing dirty. She just needed a living teddy bear.”
Keys’ mouth opened and shut a few times until Ama whacked Ink in the side. “You were more than a living teddy bear. You chased Aaron away.”
“Monster killer then.” He snorted. “I swear, the shit I say because of you.” Blowing out a breath, he mumbled, “Anyway, I was just turning the water back on. We’re gonna be here for the night. Your momma is bringing Matty and Seamus over.”
“What?” Ama blurted out. “She’s bringing the hellspawn? Why?”
He pulled a face. “We think there may be a raid.”
That had Keys and me striding forward. “What the fuck? By who?”
The way he shrugged? Yeah, it told me he didn’t know much more. “ATF, maybe? We’re not sure. It may not even happen.” He grunted. “Anyway, we shouldn’t be talking about this shit out here. Fuck, we shouldn’t be talking about it period.”
Without uttering another word, he turned around with Ama still glued to him, and began to climb the two steps to the front door.
Opening it, he headed in, leaving Keys and me out in the garden.
“What do you think is going down?” I questioned.