Page 49 of Providence

I pointed a finger at him and scowled. “Shut your mouth. You wouldn’t look so pretty if you were spitting your teeth out of your nasal cavities.”

Trigger put both his hands to his chest and pretended to swoon. “Aw, you think I’m pretty?”

I growled. “Get the fuck out of my office before I show you just how fucking pretty.” Trigger just laughed, and the expression on my face morphed into something not altogether pleasant. “He might be their responsibility,” I pointed between Bear and Goose. “But they are your problem. Congratulations, Mother Hen, meet your new fucking flock.”

Trigger frowned, his eyes bouncing between the three other men in the room. His mouth twisted into a pout. “Low blow, Judas.” He sighed, waving at Goose and Bear. “Fine. Let’s go. He can go in one of the hot boxes until we figure out a place for him to stay.”

With that, they wandered out of the room. As soon as the door closed, I grinned. They were really going to be fucking something when they grew into this Club. I went back to the fucking endless paperwork until my good eye ached. For the third time this week, I found myself sneaking out of the Clubhouse and heading home early. Trigger was here, he’d keep shit under control.

Serendipity had been pissed that we’d thrown Solomon at her as a distraction while Cain and Goliath burnt down the warehouse. She’d ranted and raved until Cain had kissed her like she was his only salvation.

Both Goliath and Cain were still at home today, lying low. I had no fucking idea where Solomon was, but he was meant to be finding a replacement manager for Apocalypse now that Ricky had gone to pieces.

I didn’t take the scenic route home, anxious to have Dippy back in my sight. To bury my nose in her throat and bathe in her sweet scent.

I rolled through the gates, not pausing by the door. Solomon’s bike was parked around back, letting me know he was shirking his duties in lieu of spending time at home as well. I couldn’t help it though. I hadn’t known that I was missing a home all these years until Dippy. I’d ignored that yearning feeling in my chest, the one that said something was missing. It wasn’t four walls that were missing, or even just a woman's arms that had been absent. No, it was like Dippy had closed the connection between us all. Completed the circuit. Made us whole.

The fact she’d come with Marco and the kids was irrelevant. Just another limb of our family to love and protect.

I scoffed. If Judas of twenty years ago heard my thoughts, he’d have put a bullet in my brain for my disloyalty to the one woman who had ever meant anything to us. Hell, maybe even the Judas of two years ago. But without sounding like a fucking sappy bastard, Dippy healed something in us all.

I pushed through the door, noting the silence first. With two small children in the house, plus a newborn, it was never fucking this quiet. I heard the low hum of voices from the kitchen, and headed toward it. Oddly enough, Goliath stood in the doorway, staring in.

“What’s going on…” my voice trailed off as my brain caught up with my mouth. Fuck me.

Solomon and Cain had Dippy spread out on the kitchen island, and Sol had his face buried between her thighs while Cain kissed the hell out of her.

My dick went rock hard in my jeans. I looked at the pained look on Goliath’s face and the hard bulge in his jeans.

“Kids?”

“Marco took them to look at schools.”

“Madoc?”

“Asleep.” He held up the baby monitor.

I pulled out my phone. I quickly punched out a message to Marco.

Don’t come home. Orgy.

The reply came back almost instantly.

Killer:Fuck!

I grinned and dropped my phone on the ground, my gun, cut, shirt and pants following quickly after. I stood there naked, and grinned over my shoulder at Goliath, who’s hungry eyes were taking me in like he could devour me on the spot.

Solomon lifted his head and grinned, his mouth shining with her juices. “Hey Pres. Hungry?”

I growled as I strode across the room. “Fucking starved.”

Despite the fact we’d been in a polyamorous relationship with Laura, we didn’t do a lot of group sex. She’d said it was too overwhelming, which looking around us all, was probably fucking true. But when I slid my eyes up Dippy’s delicious body until I met that violet stare, she looked just as hungry as we were. She could take everything we gave and then beg for more.

Fuck I loved her.

I ran my hands up her legs, humming softly at the feel of her muscles tremble. I slipped one leg over my shoulder and l stroked my tongue up her thigh. I wanted to tease. Make her whimper my name. But the heady scent of her short circuited my brain and I buried my face in her pussy and grinned as she bucked against my face.

Yes.

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