Page 76 of Devil's Own: Roughneck

“Fuck you. I got a mom—” Horace cuts himself off when my brother stares him down in a way that unmistakably conveysyou no longer have a mom. Oh, damn. But women shoot guns, too. If she’s gone, I have to remind myself that they had just cause to end her.

“And there won’t be anyone around to mourn you,” a man wearing a Thunder Gods cut says. He’s a living representation of a Viking with the beard and muscle. He wears his long, blond hair pulled back from his face with a band.Damn. Thunder Gods. Who knew?

Every man in the room points a gun at the traitor. At first, I think it’s overkill, but then it hits me. If they all take a shot, then they don’t know whose bullet kills him. No finger-pointing. They’re all in this together, except for Drake and Old Man, who start walking toward the hallway. Jonesie grabs my hand and pulls me quietly out of the camera room. She peeks around the door to the hallway to make sure they haven’t reached us yet, then pulls me out the back door.

Which closes right before we hear the men.

“Come on,” Jonesie says, and she and I run back to the motel. I want to see it through, but I don’t want Old Man pissed at Jonesie because she helped me.

About an hour later, someone raps on the door. “Open up,” Rough yells, so I guess it’s over. I yank open the door and once again throw myself at him. Hey—I have to play it up.

“Sleeping here tonight, baby,” he says. “Vlad’s in the next room.”

Old Man and Drake come to collect their wives, and both Old Man and Jonesie lift a dead-to-the-world child off the bed, ready to head home. Rough pats each man on the shoulder as they pass us. “Thanks for your help,” he says to each.

“Anytime,” Old Man says. Then he turns to Jonesie. “Getting the boys to bed. Prepare, baby: bending you over the sofa.” Desire heats her eyes as she bites her bottom lip. I guess she’s down for a good sofa bending.

“Bye,” I call out, waving to the women.

After shutting the door, Rough turns to me. “Prepare,” he says in his low, growling sex voice. “Bending you over the edge of the bed.”

Yes.

Sofa. Bed. Bending is bending, and I’msoready.

A little after we’ve finished, I turn in his arms, still holding me to look at his gorgeous face. “You told me my boy will be fine. That he’s recovering. Rough, I need to know. Details, please.”

“He got hit a couple of times, but the bullets passed through without any major damage. He got lucky. They’re keeping him in the hospital tonight, and we’ll see what happens tomorrow. Baby, you’ll be so proud of him. There’s no way he’s not getting patched as soon as we get home. Despite his injuries, he kept his head. He called me and orchestrated a lockdown at the club to keep the other women safe. He got patched-in brothers on the gate to guard. He could take over one day.”

“I’m not exactly sure how to feel about that. I’m glad to have him as a patched-in brother. That way, I know his step-dad”—I nudge Rough in the ribs lightly with my elbow—“is looking out for him. Butpresidentis a lot of responsibility.”

“It’s still a while down the road. No reason to worry about it now.”

I won’t worry. There’s too much life to enjoy in the meantime.

23

Idrop down to my knees, snagging her panties along with me, and fling one of her legs over my shoulder after removing them all the way. Then I press my mouth to her center and feast. We’re in the chapel in Gatlinburg. Gee and I are supposed to be gathering our things while the rest of the brothers and their old ladies who made it down are heading for the bar where we’re about to get our party on. Dusty and Reap couldn’t make it because her doctor wouldn’t allow her to travel out of state at this stage of her pregnancy with twins. Aja stayed home because baby Freya had an ear infection, and she didn’t want to leave the little one with a sitter while she was sick. We completely understood.

Waite is outside the coat closet, making sure no one comes in. He’s a smart man. He knows I’m fucking his mom in here, but this is our wedding day. She’s spending more of it with my dick in her than out of her.

The day he got the okay for sex and alcohol, we patched him in. Held a huge party in his honor. We invited the Lords and the Thunder Gods. Dusty let us know when she was giving the okay so the Thunder Gods had time to make the trip from Georgia.

“Rough,” Gee cries, and I tear my mouth away. Standing, I unzip my jeans, peel them down just a bit, and thrust inside. First time fucking mywife,and it feels better than I could’ve ever dreamed. “Harder,” she demands.

Her wish is my command. I take her hard and fast against that wall as she hangs on for dear life with her arms around my neck and her pussy squeezing my dick tight. Her head knocks against the wall.

My phone rings in my pocket, but I’m not answering until my wife cums. “Need more,” she breathes, and I thrust up with the twist she loves so much. Two more times of that and she soaks my dick. Fuck, I let loose a torrent inside her. Sagging against her, I press my head to her breastbone.

Somehow, we keep each other standing. Gee runs her finger through my hair. “I can’t believe we’re married,” she whispers. I feel that right in my heart.

“Glad I waited for the right woman to come along.”

“Me, too.”

There’s a knock on the door. “Mom, Rough—Cut just got off the phone with Reap. They’re airlifting Dusty to Lexington. Something’s wrong with her and the babies.”

Fuck.

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