Page 151 of Prince Charming

He realized she had no need for him to slay her past, she’d been her own warrior and his chest bloomed with pride. She was stronger than she gave herself credit for.

By living through her trauma, she’d come out the other side through the fucking flames like his own goddess.

Lucky bastard that he was, got to live this life with her.

A ping interrupted their kiss.

He got a gurgle of dread seeing it was Arson texting him. His buddy better not be in a ditch somewhere or he’d wring his neck.

Arson:It’s sorted, brother.

Tag:What is? You okay?

Arson:

Waiting until Marianna went to talk to the old ladies, he turned down the volume and hit play.

Fuck’s sake. Arson had sent him porn.

But hold the hell up.

It was no ordinary porn. First, because it was Arson in the starring role.

Second, he knew those exaggerated female moans.

Holy shit. Only a few seconds in. The camera angle was clear, the phone was high up, maybe on shelves. Tag was looking at a video of Arson banging Sofia, doggy style, over her cop desk. Still in her cop uniform, no less. Her face was recognizable. So was Arson’s back, showing off his RSMC leather cut.

A grin split Tag’s face, and then a laugh bellied out of him. What a crazy bastard his friend was to fall on that sword.

Tag:The fuck, Arson????

Arson:Like I said, brother. The shit is sorted. She tries to move on your girl, show her that video.

Arson:What would her boss say about her banging a known biker on cop premises?

Slipping outside where it was quiet, he hit call on Arson’s number.

“Yo, brother.”

“The hell did you do, Jase?”

He heard him laughing. “I’ve been a fucked-up friend for a long time. This was something I could do to make things right for you and your woman.”

“There’s making shit right then there’s putting your dick on the line.”

There was no gift basket for this kind of thing.

“I don’t know what to say.”

As he spoke, he caught a flash of yellow toddling out of the door; he smiled seeing Lily heading toward him, he stooped down and picked her up. The tired sweetheart laid her head on his shoulder.

“How did it even happen?”

“I’m sure you know how hook-ups work,” laughed Arson. “She was at a bar. I was at a bar. She’s always wanted to get into my pants, bro. Told you when you were dating her she suggested we double tap her. Wouldn’t do that to a brother’s girl, even when she wasn’t your girl. I saw an opportunity to screw the viper over. I don’t mean with my wonder dick. Told her I was horny to bang a cop in her uniform. She went with it like a randy lamb to the slaughter. Made me promise I wouldn’t tell you. Oops, guess I can’t keep my trap shut.”

“You’re crazy,” amused Tag. “Don’t take it wrong, but I wouldn’t do it for you.”

“Two birds and one stone, bro. I was horny, and she was an easy lay.”

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