sex on the brain. It was insane how they could all think of sex at a time
like this. You fucked Tiny last night. Yeah, she couldn’t talk. She’d been enjoying pleasure in her own man’s arms.
Thinking about sex and actually doing it was way more fun than dealing with the
fear that Gonzalez created.
“Hey, Devil,” she said.
His eyes never left Lexie while she spoke. If staring
could be fucking, Devil would have Lexie bent over and taking his cock by now. She
hoped he appreciated her presence and didn’t actually start fucking in front of
her. “Hey, Eva. What are you ladies doing?”
“Stop it, Devil. You’re not interested in what goes on
in the pantry. What’s up?”
Eva chuckled as he raised an eyebrow. His stare alone
said it all.
“I wanted to see how you were doing. Do I need a
reason to talk to my woman?”
Lexie rolled her eyes. “There’s always a reason when
you’re in Fort Wills. You’ve got Tiny, the club, and a lot of loud music. Why
would you want me?”
Going back to inventorying the pantry, Eva listened to
the lovesick couple talking.
“Woman, I’ll always need you.”
She heard Devil move. Glancing over her shoulder she
saw he’d claimed Lexie’s lips and banded an arm around her waist. “I’ll never
need an excuse to see you, Lex. Simply breathing is reason enough for me to
come and see you.”
The kiss was explicit as was the way he glided his
hand up to stroke Lexie’s nipple. Need for Tiny swamped Eva. Averting her gaze,
she continued to take stock of the room, wishing her own man had sought her
out.
“The kids are being looked after, baby.” Devil spoke
in a hushed tone. His meaning was clear. They were free to fuck without
worrying about their kids. Eva knew the feeling even if she did rarely get to
experience it.
“Eva, are you okay with finishing this up?” Lexie
asked.
“Sure, go and have some fun.”
She waved a hand at them, shooing them away. Some
scuffling was followed by silence at their departure. Sitting on her butt she
looked up the long wall, wishing things were different. She loved Tiny and
their kids. She even loved the life of being a biker’s woman, an old lady. This
waiting around for the bad guy to strike was what she hated the most. Angel and
Lash were back from their vacation, and instead of being happy, they were all
on guard. In the next couple of days they were going to have to get Gash out of
prison, and then life had to carry on as normal.
Normal with a killer on the loose, intent on causing problems, shouldn’t be normal. She rubbed at her eyes as
tears started to fill them. Being upset wasn’t right. She didn’t have time in
her busy schedule to cry over what was happening. There was no way for her stop
anything. The only way she could help Tiny was by standing beside him while
they took the enemy on. Her cell phone ringing pulled her out of her melancholy
thoughts.
“Hello,” she said, answering the call without looking
at the ID of the person.
“Hey, honey, how are you hanging in there?” Ned
Walker, her father, asked.
“You always call when I need you.” She wiped under her
nose, reaching in front of her to grab a tissue. These days she needed to keep
tissues on her person for her small breakdowns.
“What’s the matter, honey? Did that bastard do
anything to you?”
She chuckled. He always threatened Tiny whenever he
called. It was funny even though she didn’t doubt for a minute that Ned would
hurt Tiny if she asked. Her father was very protective of her, and she didn’t
mind. It was nice having a man worry about her.
“No, I don’t want you to hurt him. It’s just this shit
with Gonzalez. I don’t know, it’s all getting to me, you know?”
Ned sighed over the line. “It’s a shit situation we’re
all in.”
“I’m scared.” She’d never in all of her years ever
admitted to being scared before. This was a first. Being around a father who
controlled a bunch of fighters, she had found it hard to be
like this. You fucked Tiny last night. Yeah, she couldn’t talk. She’d been enjoying pleasure in her own man’s arms.
Thinking about sex and actually doing it was way more fun than dealing with the
fear that Gonzalez created.
“Hey, Devil,” she said.
His eyes never left Lexie while she spoke. If staring
could be fucking, Devil would have Lexie bent over and taking his cock by now. She
hoped he appreciated her presence and didn’t actually start fucking in front of
her. “Hey, Eva. What are you ladies doing?”
“Stop it, Devil. You’re not interested in what goes on
in the pantry. What’s up?”
Eva chuckled as he raised an eyebrow. His stare alone
said it all.
“I wanted to see how you were doing. Do I need a
reason to talk to my woman?”
Lexie rolled her eyes. “There’s always a reason when
you’re in Fort Wills. You’ve got Tiny, the club, and a lot of loud music. Why
would you want me?”
Going back to inventorying the pantry, Eva listened to
the lovesick couple talking.
“Woman, I’ll always need you.”
She heard Devil move. Glancing over her shoulder she
saw he’d claimed Lexie’s lips and banded an arm around her waist. “I’ll never
need an excuse to see you, Lex. Simply breathing is reason enough for me to
come and see you.”
The kiss was explicit as was the way he glided his
hand up to stroke Lexie’s nipple. Need for Tiny swamped Eva. Averting her gaze,
she continued to take stock of the room, wishing her own man had sought her
out.
“The kids are being looked after, baby.” Devil spoke
in a hushed tone. His meaning was clear. They were free to fuck without
worrying about their kids. Eva knew the feeling even if she did rarely get to
experience it.
“Eva, are you okay with finishing this up?” Lexie
asked.
“Sure, go and have some fun.”
She waved a hand at them, shooing them away. Some
scuffling was followed by silence at their departure. Sitting on her butt she
looked up the long wall, wishing things were different. She loved Tiny and
their kids. She even loved the life of being a biker’s woman, an old lady. This
waiting around for the bad guy to strike was what she hated the most. Angel and
Lash were back from their vacation, and instead of being happy, they were all
on guard. In the next couple of days they were going to have to get Gash out of
prison, and then life had to carry on as normal.
Normal with a killer on the loose, intent on causing problems, shouldn’t be normal. She rubbed at her eyes as
tears started to fill them. Being upset wasn’t right. She didn’t have time in
her busy schedule to cry over what was happening. There was no way for her stop
anything. The only way she could help Tiny was by standing beside him while
they took the enemy on. Her cell phone ringing pulled her out of her melancholy
thoughts.
“Hello,” she said, answering the call without looking
at the ID of the person.
“Hey, honey, how are you hanging in there?” Ned
Walker, her father, asked.
“You always call when I need you.” She wiped under her
nose, reaching in front of her to grab a tissue. These days she needed to keep
tissues on her person for her small breakdowns.
“What’s the matter, honey? Did that bastard do
anything to you?”
She chuckled. He always threatened Tiny whenever he
called. It was funny even though she didn’t doubt for a minute that Ned would
hurt Tiny if she asked. Her father was very protective of her, and she didn’t
mind. It was nice having a man worry about her.
“No, I don’t want you to hurt him. It’s just this shit
with Gonzalez. I don’t know, it’s all getting to me, you know?”
Ned sighed over the line. “It’s a shit situation we’re
all in.”
“I’m scared.” She’d never in all of her years ever
admitted to being scared before. This was a first. Being around a father who
controlled a bunch of fighters, she had found it hard to be
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