Page 50 of Serendipity

This, riding fast down the freeway, was beginning to be one of my favorite feelings. It felt like flying. Maybe my angel half enjoyed the sensation. I would never have wings, but I still yearned for them.

Judas let me fly for a moment or two more, before I heard his stern voice in the wind. “Hold on.

Wouldn’t want you to fall off and break your neck.”

His tone said he wouldn’t care either way, but I still placed my hands back on his waist. He grabbed my hand, pulling it further around him, before grabbing the other and doing the same. I had my hands wrapped around his waist, my torso pressed tight to his back, my fingertips pressed in the slight indents of his abs. I swallowed hard, glad that he couldn’t see the blush on my cheeks or the lust in my eyes.

I mentally told my crazed lady-bits to get a grip, she’d just had two dicks literally hours ago. But I’m pretty sure my hormones had led a coup against my sense of reason, because all I could think about was dick.

Brushing my teeth in the morning, I wondered how much better it would be if Solomon was bending me over the sink. Putting on my yoga pants? I’d wonder if Cain would put them on for me after he ate me out like his last meal. Late at night, when the building creaked, I wondered if it was Goliath trying to sneak into my bed, to fuck me until I was nothing more than a mess of come and raw sexual need. Sitting on the back of this bike, I wondered if Judas could still ride if I took off my pants and sat on his dick.

Now I didn’t have the guillotine of Uriel hanging over my head, my brain had decided to turn itself toward sluttier pursuits.

As if my body was in total agreeance with my wayward brain, I stroked my thumb over Judas’

hard stomach, and felt the muscles tense in response. It could be in repulsion. It could be in lust. I might never know. Fuck it. I was riding with Cain on the way home. Solomon was on my shit list.

But when I went to move my hands back to his sides, he captured them both in his long fingers and held them on his stomach. He didn’t move them the whole way, his hand covering both of mine.

I had to tell my heart to stop being a traitor.

We finally reached a weird little restaurant that looked more like someone's shack than an actual eatery. There were big, wooden bench seats out the front, just off the road, and there seemed to be more out the back which overlooked the woods. The sign on the front window said “Authentic Crawdad Boil”.

An old man wandered out, in honest to goodness denim overalls, with about as many teeth as a jack-o-lantern, and grinned wide at the guys. Like they were his favorite nephews and not the leadership of the most scary MC in the State.

“Well, I’ll be. What do I owe the honor of your stoppin’ by?”

Solomon went over and pulled the old man into a weird man hug. “Uncle Thierry, couldn’t stay away from your boil any longer.”

The old man rolled his eyes, and then they landed on me. Then my stomach. “Which one of you no goodcouillondone knocked her up?” He gave each one of them the stink eye. “Remy, catch me my gun,” he yelled behind him at an open window. “We’ll have you married sooner than y’all boil be ready, cher.”

I laughed and shook my head vigorously. “It’s okay, the baby doesn't belong to any of these guys,”

I said, feeling a bit embarrassed for the first time ever, like I had something to be ashamed of.

Cain muttered something in Cajun then spat on the ground. The little old man nodded, almost yelling something that I could tell was cussing just from the tone, and spat on the ground too. Solomon just laughed, tucking me beneath his arm and leading me over to one of the long bench seats.

“Thierry is from Louisiana. How he ended up here, trying to dredge up a bit of the South for us Northerners, I’ll never know. But I bet there was a woman involved,” he whispered in my ear. The infamous Remy appeared in the doorway, holding Thierry’s gun, looking confused. He must have been a grandchild, because he couldn’t have been more than twenty or so. He looked around for the threat, the gun halfway to his shoulder, but when he didn’t see anything, his eyes stopped on us and he grinned. He had a beautiful smile and looked nothing like his grandfather. He was all warm, tanned skin and big dark eyes.

“I don’t like how you are eyeing that Cajun kid,” Cain whispered in my ear and I scoffed.

“Are you kidding? I’ve had naps longer than he’s been walking the earth. Trust me, I have my hands full.” I resisted the urge to look at Goliath and Judas.Remember, two hands, two dicks, Sera!

Remy turned and went back inside, Thierry following behind him, the flow and speed of his accent making it impossible for me to comprehend whatever he was saying to the boy. But when Remy reappeared, a big tub of beers and soda in his hands, I got the general gist. He gave the guys a respectful nod and grinned at me. He was cute. Way too young, but sweet all the same.

“I’m still gonna join when I turn twenty-one,” he told Judas, his eyes bright with intelligence, and if I knew humans, mischief. “Only one year to go.”

Judas stared at the kid, then grinned and shook his head. “Thierry really will take his gun to us then, Kid.”

Remy laid down some newspaper on the table, placing four shiny stones on each corner of the paper. “Naw, he likes you guys. Even though, you know, you are all scary as fuck. I’m pretty sure he thinks he could still take you.”

Goliath laughed this time, and I startled at the noise. I’d never heard him laugh. I hadn’t heard him sound anything but cold or filled with rage. I must have been staring at him like he was an alien, because his eyes met mine and the mirth slid right from his face. Yeah. Maybe he laughed a lot when I wasn’t around.

I dropped my eyes to the newsprint on the table in front of us, tuning everyone out as they talked to the kid. I chewed my lip, and wondered if I should move on. The thought made my heart ache, the idea of not seeing Cain and Sol anymore was like a punch to the chest. Maybe I could get an apartment close by. Still in Damnation Territory. I didn’t want to make Goliath, and even Judas, uncomfortable in their own home.

I tensed my jaw and nodded to myself. I’d start looking when I got back to the Clubhouse. It's not like I could have raised a baby in a Clubhouse for outlaw bikers anyway. It didn’t matter the thought of leaving the place made me feel almost sad. It had felt more like home than any place in a century. It had little to do with the four walls, and more to do with the people inside.

I looked up and noticed Judas watching me. Remy had scuttled off to bus the tables.

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