Page 51 of Serendipity

Judas saw too much, like he was mining my eyes for secrets. I was waiting for the day that he laid them all out for everyone else to see.

I cleared my throat. “How’d you guys find this place?”

“Remy’s Dad used to ride with us. Died when a gang banger robbed him on the street. Thierry took the kid in, and we made a point to eat here as often as we could. We also pay a bit of every score into a trust for Remy for when he turns twenty-one, in case he wants to go to college or something,”

Cain says, nuzzling my hair. I smile softly up at him, and fall into the warm pools of his eyes. So damn hot.

He must have seen the look on my face, because he leaned in close and nipped my earlobe. A full-body shiver ran through my limbs and my horniness ratched up to one thousand. “You keep looking at me like that, babe, and I am going to lay you across this bench and eat you instead.”

I could feel the flush on my cheeks burn over the rest of my face, and dropped my eyes to my hands and breathed through the huge wave of lust that seemed to flow through my body and pool in my lady-bits.

I refused to look up until the conversation had moved on to bike parts and gossip. Yeah, dudes gossiped like girls. Don’t let them tell you otherwise. Even big fucking bikers. When I decided that enough time had passed, I looked up so I could rejoin the conversation, but I got caught straight in the tractor beam of Goliath’s glare. His nostrils flared and his eyes were dead. But his tongue slipped past his lip, the pink tip darting out to wet his full lower lip. I wanted to chase that tongue with my teeth.

He startled a little at my gaze, and we were both saved by Thierry coming over to tip a huge pot of crayfish, shrimp, corn, potatoes and sausage onto our newspaper covered table. My mouth watered at the smell of the spices wafting up with the steam. A big basket of crusty bread, as well as melted butter, Tabasco and lemon came over too.

“Eat Dippy. You look like you’re about to orgasm over there and I’m kind of jealous of the dead crustaceans right now,” Sol teased.

Heat lit up my cheeks, but I didn’t argue. When Cain asked if pregnant women should even eat seafood, I may have actually growled like a damn animal.

They leaned back and laughed, drinking beer and picking at the huge feast in front of us. After I’d eaten nearly my body weight in shellfish, I sat back and watched their dynamic. They were Brothers, that much was obvious. Even Goliath looked at them with something that resembled fondness. It softened his face when he wasn’t staring daggers. Judas chatted and joked, but he rarely ever smiled.

Luckily, Sol laughed enough for all four of them combined. Cain peeled my shrimp for me, his eyes never leaving whoever was speaking, but he would peel himself one, then one for me, and so on. I don’t know why that made me want to cry, but it did.

When all the food was gone, and the sun had left the sky and the shack was lit up by string lights and flood lights on poles, we got up to leave. Judas left two hundred bucks under one of the plates, and we waved at Thierry and his grandson on the way back to the bikes. As the night breeze picked up, I shivered and Cain tucked me under his arm. I snuggled in further. “Can I ride back with you?”

The look he gave me was pure sex, and it heated my body right through. But he shook his head.

“Sol is in charge of these things. If he says you ride with the Pres, that’s where you gotta ride, Babe.”

I huffed, narrowing my eyes at him. Solomon gave me another shit-eating grin, and I suddenly got why everyone was always smacking him about. I moved over to Judas’ bike, and climbed on not at all gracefully. I was pregnant, had just eaten a shit ton of food, and there was no way I wasn’t going to need to pee twice on the way home. Still, I strapped my helmet on, pulled up my facemask and placed my hands on Judas’ sides.

But when he pulled them until they wrapped around his middle again, I was glad he couldn’t see my smile.

22

JUDAS

Iprobably could have overruled Solomon when he told Serendipity she had to get on my bike. But I didn’t. And I didn’t want to fucking examine why I didn’t. I probably didn’t need a shrink to tell me that I’d enjoyed the feel of her arms around me. That her laughter when she spread her arms wide and pretended to fly had made my chest feel tight with wanting.

I also didn’t examine why I made her wrap her arms around me again on the way back. I told myself that it was for her safety, but that was bullshit. I’d had other Club members ride bitch with me before, and I never insisted on hugging it the fuck out. I forced my body to chill beneath her hands, to relax like her holding me meant nothing. I focused on the feel of the road beneath my bike, the traffic around us, my three Brothers in front of us.

After a few miles, I’d relaxed into the ride for real. Until she slid her hand down my abs, closer to the button of my jeans. My body went rigid, and the wandering hands stopped, moving back up to a safer spot.

I didn’t think, didn’t reason, just pushed her hand back down so it could continue its exploration. I sucked in a gasp when her hands moved underneath my t-shirt, her soft fingers playing along my stomach. It simultaneously tickled and made my dick hard. Her nails followed the light dusting of hair that moved further down towards my cock. When her fingers paused again, foiled by the button of my jeans, I traced my own fingers over hers, shifting them out of the way while I popped the button on my jeans. I didn’t think. Didn’t reason. Pushed all the guilt down into a little box that I was sure would fucking explode later. Because when her hand slipped into my boxers and freed my cock, I almost ran off the fucking road.

Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. When her hand slid beneath my boxers and grabbed my dick, it didn’t matter what kind of idea it was because I was helpless to stop it. She literally had me by the cock. Her cheek rested against the gap between my shoulder blades, warming my skin. When she stroked my cock in her tiny fist, I swerved a little and gritted my teeth, white knuckle gripping my handlebars as she began to stroke at a leisurely pace. Fuck!

She held it tightly, her thumb brushing the sensitive head, her pace increasing. Sweet jesus, I was going to cum all over myself in a minute. When her other hand moved into my pants to cup my balls, I groaned so loud that I heard her satisfied chuckle behind me. She knew what she was doing to me, and I gritted my teeth as her pulls got faster and rougher. I felt her stiffen, but I was too caught up in the sensation of her hands on me and the road in front of me. She continued to stroke me, rolling my balls in her hands.

“Fuck,” I growled. “I’m going to come.” I didn’t know if she’d hear it over the bike, but she must

have gotten the gist because she pulled up my shirt, not skipping a beat until I was coming all over my stomach in hard spurts.

I swallowed hard, waiting for the blood rushing in my ears to subside. She gently pulled down my shirt and tucked my dick back in my pants. Finally, I had my shit back under control enough to look around. I hadn’t noticed Goliath drop back a bit, but by the way he was staring at Dippy like she was the antichrist and I was actually my namesake, I was going to gather that he’d seen the whole fucking thing. Damn. Fuck.

Dippy must have felt my body tense, and she went to move her hands away again, her own body stiffening. This shit was so damn hard. I gripped her wrist, and pulled her hand back around, placing it on my thigh and covering it with my own. I would put it back around my waist, but then we’d both be covered in jizz.

Goliath roared off, overtaking Cain and Solomon, breaking protocol, and I knew I’d pay for this later. But right now, I couldn’t find it in myself to give a shit. Cain looked over his shoulder, confused, and I was glad I didn’t still have my dick out. I’d have to explain later, and I wasn’t looking forward to the smug, I-told-you-so look from Solomon, but he’d been right. I did have feelings for the woman.

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