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walked in.
Yes, Thor; you heard me correctly. Here’s the basic lowdown on that front. After a few weeks in the hospital, and a lot of soul searching on his and Lachlan’s part, they’ve come to some sort of truce. Pretty sure his messed up face is what fixed their problem. He’s not as pretty as he used to be. His blond hair is longer now, but his face is marred and scarred from Lachlan’s onslaught. He ended up apologizing to Lachlan a couple weeks after he left the hospital, and they’ve mended fences enough to be on an even keel. At least my man doesn’t wanna kick the crap outta him anymore. And Thor didn’t get voted outta the club, even though Cas pushed to see the sucker gone. Lachlan told me that justice had been served and he was giving him one final shot. Guess it’s worked, since Thor now has a girlfriend and seems to be less of a player than before. Looks like Lachlan knocked some sense into him. It did him some good.
“Maggie.” Bonez jostles my shoulder.
I turn my head back around. “Huh?”
“Mikey was just asking how you like Carolina Rose?”
Oh … right…
I regard Penny’s husband. “I like it a lot. Better than where I grew up in Kansas. But I guess home is where the heart is, right?”
“I couldn’t agree more.” He smiles and Bonez gives me a little hug before we lapse into a casual conversation about Mikey’s job and Bonez’s, too. The jargon they use is the kind that makes me want to jam hot pokers in my ears. However, I remain polite and listen to them ramble. Penny and I share a knowing glance now and again, grinning at one another.
Briefly, Lachlan makes an appearance to say hello and give me a kiss, before joining Cas and Sniper in some sort of drinking game. One that forces a losing Sniper to wear a ring of plastic holly around his junk and run around the Christmas tree five times. I stare at his head as he sprints, not wanting to get a glimpse of his dick. It’s all in good fun, though, and everyone has a good laugh. Pretty sure Whisky also shot some lewd pictures with her phone.
“I don’t know why he tries to beat Smoke. Every year he kicks his ass,” Bonez remarks.
“They do this every year?” I ask.
He nods. “Yeah. It’s tradition. Sniper and Cas challenge Smoke to a whiskey drinking contest. Sniper always loses and has to run around the tree naked. Last year, they made him dip his cock and balls in Cool Whip before he ran. After he was done, Whisky got on her knees to clean it off. Wasn’t a smart penalty when the man ended up with a blowjob.”
Jesus! Whisky and her kink. She could put most men to shame. Heck, I’d die of mortification before I even got to my knees.
“At least it wasn’t whipped cream this year!” Peanut hollers with his wife by his side, who elbows him in the ribs, snickering.
“Don’t tempt me, old man. I might do it again just to have her lick my balls in front of all you suckers,” Sniper teases, tossing the holly onto the dirt ground.
“Ewww, Dad! Stop talking!” One of their sons fake gags, reminding me so much of Bridget.
“Mom licks your balls enough. We don’t need to witness it, too,” their other son laments.
Covering my mouth with my hand, I chuckle behind it. Never thought I’d hear anyone say that on Christmas day.
Sniper gets dressed, and his club brothers pat him on the back as Lachlan winks at me from across the barn. Blushing, I wink back.
“No more talk about my old man's, nuts. Time to eat!” Whisky yells over the rowdy men, and we filter over, making a line to get our dinner. Lachlan set my meatloaf at the head of the first table so I know it’ll be the first thing to go. Next to it is a whole spiral ham, and carved turkey on a Christmas serving platters. We’ve got three tables lined with food. I’m definitely gonna be stuffed before the night is through.
Ready the forklift.
Nursing a Mikes Hard Lemonade with my hand resting on Lachlan’s knee, I carry on my conversation
Yes, Thor; you heard me correctly. Here’s the basic lowdown on that front. After a few weeks in the hospital, and a lot of soul searching on his and Lachlan’s part, they’ve come to some sort of truce. Pretty sure his messed up face is what fixed their problem. He’s not as pretty as he used to be. His blond hair is longer now, but his face is marred and scarred from Lachlan’s onslaught. He ended up apologizing to Lachlan a couple weeks after he left the hospital, and they’ve mended fences enough to be on an even keel. At least my man doesn’t wanna kick the crap outta him anymore. And Thor didn’t get voted outta the club, even though Cas pushed to see the sucker gone. Lachlan told me that justice had been served and he was giving him one final shot. Guess it’s worked, since Thor now has a girlfriend and seems to be less of a player than before. Looks like Lachlan knocked some sense into him. It did him some good.
“Maggie.” Bonez jostles my shoulder.
I turn my head back around. “Huh?”
“Mikey was just asking how you like Carolina Rose?”
Oh … right…
I regard Penny’s husband. “I like it a lot. Better than where I grew up in Kansas. But I guess home is where the heart is, right?”
“I couldn’t agree more.” He smiles and Bonez gives me a little hug before we lapse into a casual conversation about Mikey’s job and Bonez’s, too. The jargon they use is the kind that makes me want to jam hot pokers in my ears. However, I remain polite and listen to them ramble. Penny and I share a knowing glance now and again, grinning at one another.
Briefly, Lachlan makes an appearance to say hello and give me a kiss, before joining Cas and Sniper in some sort of drinking game. One that forces a losing Sniper to wear a ring of plastic holly around his junk and run around the Christmas tree five times. I stare at his head as he sprints, not wanting to get a glimpse of his dick. It’s all in good fun, though, and everyone has a good laugh. Pretty sure Whisky also shot some lewd pictures with her phone.
“I don’t know why he tries to beat Smoke. Every year he kicks his ass,” Bonez remarks.
“They do this every year?” I ask.
He nods. “Yeah. It’s tradition. Sniper and Cas challenge Smoke to a whiskey drinking contest. Sniper always loses and has to run around the tree naked. Last year, they made him dip his cock and balls in Cool Whip before he ran. After he was done, Whisky got on her knees to clean it off. Wasn’t a smart penalty when the man ended up with a blowjob.”
Jesus! Whisky and her kink. She could put most men to shame. Heck, I’d die of mortification before I even got to my knees.
“At least it wasn’t whipped cream this year!” Peanut hollers with his wife by his side, who elbows him in the ribs, snickering.
“Don’t tempt me, old man. I might do it again just to have her lick my balls in front of all you suckers,” Sniper teases, tossing the holly onto the dirt ground.
“Ewww, Dad! Stop talking!” One of their sons fake gags, reminding me so much of Bridget.
“Mom licks your balls enough. We don’t need to witness it, too,” their other son laments.
Covering my mouth with my hand, I chuckle behind it. Never thought I’d hear anyone say that on Christmas day.
Sniper gets dressed, and his club brothers pat him on the back as Lachlan winks at me from across the barn. Blushing, I wink back.
“No more talk about my old man's, nuts. Time to eat!” Whisky yells over the rowdy men, and we filter over, making a line to get our dinner. Lachlan set my meatloaf at the head of the first table so I know it’ll be the first thing to go. Next to it is a whole spiral ham, and carved turkey on a Christmas serving platters. We’ve got three tables lined with food. I’m definitely gonna be stuffed before the night is through.
Ready the forklift.
Nursing a Mikes Hard Lemonade with my hand resting on Lachlan’s knee, I carry on my conversation
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