Page 54 of The Secret's Out

Chapter Thirteen

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The afternoon and night were spent in the apartment. I’d actually helped Josie out in the kitchen while Eli made some phone calls about some shit. Simone sat at the kitchen table teasing Josie about how she’d gone and made us all domesticated. Like that would ever actually fuckin’ happen. There would be no way in hell I’d clean a house...unless Josie was doing it naked and needed some help with something.

Instead of bitin’ back in a teasin’ way, I ignored her comments and eventually she gave up. So then she went on about how great the sex she had last night was. That got me to leave the kitchen in a hurry, thank fuck mostly everything was done. As I walked out, Simone started cackling. I just bet she’d get along with Deanna real well.

It wasn’t until a little later when I walked back in to grab a beer did I guess what Simone had been up to. From the blushing red cheeks Josie had goin’ on, they’d been talkin’ about bedroom shit. I couldn’t help the chuckle that flew from my mouth. I walked past Simone, who was eyeing me up and down, to Josie. Bending over, I gave her a quick kiss, before pullin’ back and statin’, “I hope you’re makin’ us look good, precious.”

“You bet your balls she is. Now I’m not only jealous, but I’m thinkin’ of killin’ her to take her place,” Simone huffed.

Standing tall, I threw my head back and burst out laughin’. Eli suddenly appeared in the doorway askin’, “What’s so funny?”

Wiping my eyes, I told him, “Josie’s been talkin’ us up to Simone. Now she wants to off Josie to get to us.”

Billy smiled and walked to our woman. “Sorry, Simone,” he said offhandedly. “But you touch our woman, there’d be hell to pay.” He finished on a growl before he bent down and kissed Josie deeply. I grabbed a beer outta the fridge and leaned my arse against the bench, enjoyin’ the show. Though, I could feel eyes on me, so I looked to Simone. She was watchin’ and waitin’ for my reaction. Waitin’ for my jealousy to show. Well, she’d be waitin’ a fuckin’ long time.

There wasn’t any. Even when I knew they’d be sleeping in the same bed that night, I didn’t feel an ounce of jealousy. Why? Because I knew they needed me as much as I needed them, and they cared for me as much as I did them.

What Billy and I shared in the bathroom earlier that day was proof enough we could all make it work.

As Billy nibbled Josie’s neck, Simone stood from the table and yelled, “That’s it! I’m going for a cold shower. Try to keep your hands off each other when I come back out.” She was outta the room before Billy’s lips left Josie’s skin.

When he did pull back, however, Josie glared up at him. “That was rude...you and you,”—she pointed to the both of us—“make me forget my manners. We shouldn’t do that with other people around.”

“Baby.” I laughed. “We’re bikers. We’re horny and we love to kiss you, touch you and we wanna do that shit in front of people so we can show them you are ours.”

“Oh.” She blushed. “Well, maybe just keep it to a minimal.”

Billy and I chuckled. Billy then went to the fridge to grab his own beer. Once he turned around, he said, “We need our own place.”

“Good thinkin’, brother.”

“But, I can’t leave Simone.”

“Babe,” Billy started. “If we find the perfect person to live here with Simone, would you move in with us?”

She licked her lips. A nervous tick I noticed she did a lot. “Um, isn’t it too soon?”

Billy looked to me and then we both cracked up laughing.

“Hey,” Josie scolded, standing from her chair at the table.

“Sorry, precious. But no, it ain’t too soon. We’ve been waiting for you for nearly four years, and now we have you, we want to spend that time, as much of it as possible, with just us. No interruptions, so we can have you in every room without anyone walkin’ in.”

“Oh, um...”

“Sweetheart, you want this, yeah, us?”

“Yes, of course.” Her answer was instant. Fuck, I loved that.

Billy nodded and smiled. “Then I’ll start lookin’ for a place soon.”

“Won’t that be expensive? I only have a part-time job. I mean after I graduate, I’ll hopefully get a better paying job being a social worker, but I’m not sure—”

“Baby,” I interrupted. “You won’t be paying for anything. You’re our woman. It’s a man’s job to take care of his woman.”

She stood tall and snapped, “I won’t be kept.”

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