“But I like being next to you,” I murmur. I’ve missed him more than words can express and even though we’ve been intimate several times, it’s as if we’re new again and I can’t keep my hands off of him.
“I know, baby, and I love having you in my arms, but we’re talking about the dynamic duo, here.” I start to laugh because whenever those two get involved with our bar-be-ques, mayhem and chaos ensue and Ashton worked too fucking hard for those two nuts to mess it all up.
“Okay, honey. Just, hurry back, okay?” I continue to sip on my margarita, hoping that he picks up on what I’m saying.
“Ah, gonna have tipsy Cara again tonight, huh?” he asks before leaning down and kissing me breathless. “Hopefully that holds you until later when I have you naked and under me.” He winks before getting up and striding over to the grills. Wasp is standing there with his arms crossed over his chest while his prospects work to get the wood ‘just right’ on the grill he’s using. Smokey is bent down, fiddling with the propane tank, and Hatch is keeping a running commentary about how a propane grill is far superior to charcoal or wood.
“These guys are crazy,” DJ says as she flops down next to me. She takes the pitcher she was carrying and tops off my drink. “And from what Ashton says, they plan to have a shot contest. This is gonna be interesting to say the least.”
“He better not get whiskey dick,” Trinity murmurs, glancing at Chief as he helps get the beers down on ice.
“Neither of mine better, either,” Hannah states before swallowing the rest of her drink. “Hit me, DJ,” she says, holding out her glass.
Finally, Ashton and Kori join us and we watch our men, alphas to the core, work together. It’s obvious who the officers are and I love seeing how the prospects seem to defer to them. Braxton, Wasp and Jenalyn’s Justice ooze authority, but they’re not assholes about it. “So, now that we’re all together, just wanted to let y’all know that I had a message from Skylar. Everything with Reagan checked out okay and she’s back home, being spoiled by everyone. Their men are nearly home as well, which is good news, all things considered.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Hannah says.
“So am I,” Trinity states. “It’s not easy when you have a child who has special needs; what may seem simple to some could turn into something serious for another.”
I nod because they’ve had their share of hospitalizations with little Shelby. “I don’t want to think of the time that Luca was in the hospital after being hit,” I say, “but I was happy for my Rebel Guardians family because they were all there.”
“He was such a protector as a little boy,” DJ muses. “Remember how he wouldn’t let the girls walk on the outside? He always made them walk on the inside so he could keep them safe.”
“He saved Lily and Rae, DJ.”
DJ shudders and I see her eyes go glassy as she remembers that time in our lives. “We’ve sure been through some shit, huh?” she responds. She looks around at our circle and continues, “I bet all of us have, based on the stuff we’ve talked about in the chat and here this week. Here’s to a bunch of badass biker bitches!” She raises her glass and we all clink them before drinking them down.
“We keep this up and we’re gonna be drunk before they get the cooking done,” Trinity observes. I see her eyes are already a bit glassy and stand up to grab us all some water. It’s our last night and while I know we’ll close out the night so to speak, we’ve got hours to go.
“Eh, the drunker, the better,” Jenalyn announces. Extending her glass in the direction of the men grilling, she’s putting the attention on her man. “You see that one? Well, I can personally vouch that he is no grill master. The only thing he’s mastered is running his mouth and the never-ending pursuit of dominating me. But he’s too damn stubborn to reject a challenge. He’s just over there pounding his proverbial chest in the hopes that he will help create something edible. That man and his ego I tell ya,” she finishes before taking a large gulp from her frosted glass and we find ourselves giggling at her statement.
“She tells no lies,” Vanna interrupts, “my brother is a breed all his own.”
“What’s that?” We now have Justice’s attention. “Is my baby sister talking shit? Surely not my kumbaya-peace-loving-meditating and yoga-teaching sister? That wouldn’t be very world peace like of you.”
“Oh, shut it. It’s extremely truthful and I’m all about being open and honesty is always the best policy,” Vanna snaps back, defending herself. “Besides, it was your wife who started it,” she throws Jenalyn under the bus.
Jenalyn’s lower jaw falls open. “You little snitch.”
“Oh, I’d expect nothing less from my everything. She loves to dig herself into a hole. I’ll visit you there later,” he tells Jenalyn and I would swear that I just witnessed the flicker of the devil bounce around in his eyes.
“Looking forward to it, Paine!” Jenalyn hollers out as she raises her glass before taking another drink. “Vanna, you two-bit dildo wielding brat. Why do you always have to rat me out?”
“Oh, hush,” Vanna retaliates, “the both of you get off on this shit, so try thanking me.”
Jenalyn ponders Vanna’s remark briefly. “Ugh, I’d be and stay upset at you for longer if it weren’t the absolute truth. You know us too well. But you know, that little stunt you pulled in the store earlier, my brother hasn’t forgotten. I can promise you that. It’s in our blood.”
Vanna’s now the one pondering spoken words. She stares off before taking a sip of her own drink. Thoughts must be racing through her mind as she gently rubs an ass cheek with worry. “Yes, so I was warned.”
14
Kori
Dinner was successful and we’re all so full that none of us have moved from our spots. “So, who’s starting the shots?” DJ asks as she leans back in her chair. Hatch places his arm around her shoulders and answers.
“I’ll be the first one up.” He stands up and walks over to the outside bar and grill area. “What’s your poison, gentlemen? Is Fireball your pleasure or would you pussies like some Whiskey?”
“Watch it, motherfucker. We’re not the ones pouring shots of beer. Yeah, I saw that shit,” Ghost responds. “I’m the motherfucking SAA, you can’t pull a fast one on me.”
“I ain’t pouring me no damn shots of beer.” Hatch looks offended.
“Then what’s that can in your damn hands?” Tic questions.
“Don’t know what you bitches are talking about.” We all laugh as he quickly hides something that suspiciously looks like a can under the bench.
“I saw that shit, too,” Justice announces, “you ain’t getting shit over on an enforcer, either. I’ve got eyes and ears in the back of my head. Hell, I know what’s going on before it happens.”
“What about a boilermaker?” DJ hollers out. “Then you can have your shot and down it with beer!”
“That’s a pussy drink,” Ghost responds. “If you can’t handle our liquor, then step back in with the kids and leave the real men to down shots.”
“Fuck it, Fireball it is. All you pussies line the fuck up, it’s going down,” Hatch states. He starts pouring the shots of Fireball and I cringe when I see all of the men lining up and grabbing one. They’re all doing that damn posturing they do when they’re around other alphas; chests thrown back, legs spread and every single one of them is lickable. I’ll keep that thought to myself, however.
“Shirts off!” is hollered by Lizzie and my eyes widen and turn to her in surprise. “What? I wanna make sure no one’s trying to pull a fast one.” Her man smacks her on her leg then rolls his eyes at her. We all know she has some sort of weird fascination with men’s chest and abs.
“This is about to get very interesting,” Trinity murmurs, her eyes alight on her man. I don’t blame her; he’s fucking stunning with what looks like an eight-pack and that fucking hair. I sigh, grateful that Tic can’t see inside my head right now. As far as I’m concerned, this is all eye candy and he’ll be t
he ultimate beneficiary later. Unless he gets whiskey dick the women were speaking of earlier. Then I might have to kill him.
Sidney claps in agreement. “Oh, yeah! Strip it down!” she excitedly announces as one by one the men remove their shirts. I try to keep my eyes from bulging, but it’s easier said than done. These men are all drool worthy. I wipe my mouth just to make sure nothing is there. I don’t want to overly agree with the women, but I’m all for a shirtless drink fest.
“Hell, yes! It’s like a biker style show of Magic Mike,” Jenalyn declares. “Only I could do without seeing my brother’s bare chest.” Unfortunately, that means I’ll have to see Carson and Levi. That thought makes me mentally cringe and want to drive an ice pick through my eye sockets. They may be Tic’s brothers, but I knew them when they learned what a dick was used for.
“I feel your pain there,” Vanna adds.
“I see my everything is in the middle of it all again,” Justice calls out. “Just don’t write checks your ass can’t cash, my everything!”
“Oh, you know this ass is never in the negative, Paine. Always a surplus,” Jenalyn rebuts with a grin plastering her face. “Plenty in savings, too.”
“Good, because it’s already sounding like you’ll be needing to make a withdrawal later,” Justice replies.
Ashton gets a smirk on her face and brings out her checkbook from inside of her bra. “I’ve got plenty of money saved up from all of my earnings that Wasp doesn't let me spend. How much to witness all of your men without a shirt?” She removes the pen from the plastic cover and clicks it open. “Jenalyn, got a price in mind?” Wasp stands up and bends over her where she’s sitting.
“Woman! Put that motherfucking checkbook up. You will not be paying to see another man’s chest. Don’t make me beat the fuck outta every man here.”
“Not that you could ever beat me, Wasp, but I have to agree with the whole eyes off the merchandise,” Tic taunts.
“Whatever, I’m just trying to make a point to my woman. I’m a great fighter, but even I’d have problems taking on all of ya. Not that I’ll ever admit that ever again.”
“Damn straight you would,” Smokey agrees while holding up his arms and kissing his biceps. “I’m a tough motherfucker.”
“Good thing I’m off duty with all this propositioning shit going on,” Chief states, looking around.
“Not everything needs to have legalities brought into it,” Ghost utters. “I wish you’d take that badge and toss it out the window.” Bristol reaches over and pinches him causing him to jerk in place then scowl at her. “Woman! That shit fucking hurts. Stop it.”
“Oh, this isn’t shit. You should’ve been around us back home when we were doing all the construction and rebuilding. There may or may not have been a few of us that went toe-to-toe,” Ty states. “But it’s all love, here. We’re just all a bunch of rowdy, roughnecks who have fun beating the shit out of each other. It’s always been a favorite past time of ours, hell you all should know this.”
“Wait, Bandit, is that how you got that black eye?” Hannah asks, a look of horror on her face. “You said it was from a board falling down.”
“It did, when Ghost tossed it at me,” Bandit replies, nudging Ghost. “He said I wasn’t moving fast enough or some fucking shit so he tossed it at me when my head was turned.”
“Wait for it,” Vanna throws out there, “any minute they’ll all be pounding away on their chests. Testosterone, booze and bikers? What could possibly go wrong?”
“Naw, we got it under control,” Wasp and Braxton state unanimously, glaring at their respective men.
“All under control, boss,” Smokey declares. If we only knew.
Jenalyn
Everyone is plastered. There’s some interesting things happening within our group at the moment.
“I just think it’s so sweet of you, Smokey, getting the same tattoo as us women. Not a lot of men would have the balls enough. Hannah’s a lucky woman,” I muse as I hover over Vanna as she puts ink on him. “Fan the hair out a little more,” I tell her and as she does just that I draw my fingers to a steeple position in awe.
“We’re her property so why not get a tat showing that?” he asks. “Just because the rest of these guys are pussies, doesn’t mean I am!” I personally think he’s sugary to get the old ladies club logo with property of Hannah underneath. He’s a real man!
“Not a pussy here,” Hatch states as he grabs his junk and thrusts his hips upward. DJ swats him and he pulls her onto his lap then proceeds to kiss her breathlessly. “Who does piercings?” he shouts. “Think I need to get my nipples pierced because of those pictures my wife likes to drool over when she’s creating a new book.”
Vault stumbles over and into the conversations and antics happening around us with a beer in hand and lit cigarette hanging from his lips. “I’m no fucking pussy, either. Who here’s doing the piercing?” He grabs his jewels. “If my woman can get her nips done for me, I can take one for her. Fuck it.” He stumbles backward a bit, or at least I think he does because I’m feeling fairly good myself and everything’s a little blurry but not too bad.
“I can pierce,” Rainey states.
“So can I,” Carson replies. “Rainey, you do Hatch, I’ll do Vault.”
“Wait, I don’t want no motherfucker touching my junk,” Vault protests.
“My Ol’ lady ain’t touching anyone’s dick who’s here,” Carson growls out. “You want it done it’ll be done by me.”
“You’re just jealous because she’ll know that a real man’s dick is bigger than yours,” Tic taunts his youngest brother.
“Fuck off!” Carson grumbles. “My dick is huge thank you.” All of a sudden, we hear a snore and realize Carson fell asleep in the middle of his rant.
“And that’s another damn good reason I don’t want that motherfucker handling my cock. I’d kill that motherfucker if he passed out halfway through with a needle stuck in my dick,” Vault declares.
“Rainey can do it,” Levi states. “She’s a professional, it’d be like an artist admiring a Picasso hanging on a museum wall.” Rainey begins giggling, but she seems the least drunk out of us all.
“I can, my hands are steady and I have all of my wits about me.” Rainey holds out her hands and sure enough they're not shaking in the least.
“Do it, baby,” Sidney chimes in, grabbing Vault’s dick. She leans into his ear, but if she thinks she’s whispering, she’s dead wrong. “Do it for us,” she purrs.
“How the fuck do you deal with them when they get like this?” Wasp asks Braxton as he surveys the men lolling around, shot glasses and beers in their hands.
“I usually fine the motherfuckers, but after the week we’ve had and the shit we’ve seen and had to do, I’m gonna give them a pass,” Braxton states.
“Fine them, huh?” I can see Wasp’s mind whirling...he’s gonna think about fining his men. They’re all gonna be broke, I can see it now.
“Jesus, until I started doing it, church was like a fucking circus, complete with the clowns,” Braxton replies, pointing to Smokey and Bandit. “The good news is, we’ve built up our coffers from when my mother redid the damn clubhouse.”
“Think I’m bringin’ that to my table when we get back home. Motherfuckers tend to want to go off on a tangent when all I wanna do is get done and go home to Ash.”
Braxton slaps him on his back and says, “Great idea. I’m grabbing another beer, want one?” It’s just now sinking in that the men have grown as strong of a bond over their time spent together as us women have. I wanna pat myself on the back for a job well done bringing our clubs together.
“Yeah, may as well,” Wasp replies.
“You know you have to wait for it to heal before you have sex,” Rainey warns as she gathers her tools.
“That’s okay, I’ve got this!” Sidney exclaims, pulling out her purple rabbit.
“Doc, my tongue and fingers still work,” Vault replies, his eyes half closed as he leans back. �
�Is Hatch going first?”
“Yeah, I’ll show ya how it’s done,” Hatch states. “Gorgeous, move over so she can reach this awesome chest.”
“Wait! I need to get the camera!” DJ states. “Oh, and Rainey, I’ll grab Shirley too so you have something to hold Vault’s dick with.”
“Uh, just saying, DJ, I’ve got the sterilized equipment I need in my bag,” Rainey says.
15
Savanna
More time has passed now and I’m rather proud of the ink I gave Smokey tonight and I think Hannah is, too. Everyone’s three sheets to the wind, including myself but we’re having a great time.
Vault clearly feels zero pain from his pierced dick as he’s proudly running around showing us all alongside Sidney. They’re like the proud parents of a newly pierced cock and Sidney has had no issue reminding us all that her needs will firmly be met with her new purple rabbit. “Don’t you worry about a single thing, baby. We will make it through this healing period just fine,” she tells Vault as she slaps the toy against his bare chest and he nods proudly.
Music is blaring in the background and as my eyes shift to see what Ty and my brother have been up to, I notice those idiots as they challenge each other to a dance off. I bat Jenalyn’s arm. “Look, look! It’s drunk and drunker and they’ve just challenged one another to a dance off. DJ, grab your camera and get ready!”
“I’m on it!” DJ hollers out. She stands and while she looks a little wobbly, she quickly gets her phone ready to record. “Shit, they can move, ladies. Y’all are some fucking lucky bitches that they are so flexible!”
“Oh.my.fucking.God,” Jenalyn looks up before she briefly scrubs her face. “This is how I know my man is feeling no pain. Watch it, ladies. Justice has moves, but he’s extremely vocal that we each keep those to ourselves for the bedroom. But, that’s more his rule than mine. Get it, baby!” she hollers out as she stands.
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