Page 159 of Prince Charming

He was serious.Mostly.

It was further proved when Sebastian strolled into the club. Closely followed as always by his blond-haired shadow, Sunny. Andhershadow, that was Tanner.

“Has the club always been this filled with angst, Anna?”

“No, baby boy. It’s all these damn kids.” She chuckled to appease his dad mood. He pinched her ass. She’d pay for that later, and he’d be the lucky one.

He was always lucky with his wife.

It felt like he’d been a part of theSoulsforever.

He’d learned to walk as a boy. Run as a man. And thrive like a Prince.

But being Marianna’s husband, her lover, and best friend, he’d learned how to love.

They loved each other so deeply. It still took his breath some days when she walked into a room and he realized she was his.

It didn’t matter that his cage fighting career exploded to levels even he hadn’t thought possible over the last decade.

Or that theSoulswere thriving.

His entire world was in his arms, curling her tired self into his ribs. His woman had become studious as fuck. Right before they got married, she’d taken a few night classes and then a few more. Now his Anna was a freelance translator, a kickass mom and sexy biker wife.

“I’ve been thinking, Luke.”

Oh, yeah. He loved that raspy tone she got when she was “thinking.” It meant only good and dirty things were in store for him soon.

“Tell me.”

“Well, the hog roast won’t be ready until 7 tonight, Zara said. Lily is busy with Zane and their pizzas.” Tag grunted,don’t remind me. “Pasha will be in the shop for a while. So we could…” her skinny fingers wandered up his shirt, and he swore he felt it in his twitching dick. “Luke, it’s been three days since you’ve been inside me.”

He knew that. Because of those damn kids he loved more than life itself, and all their dramas. Plus, he’d been on a run with Reaper, which meant he’d missed his old lady’s hungry little cries. The hand she slipped between them molded the shape of his growing cock through his jeans. Tag’s groan was jet powered, and he climbed to his feet. Not caring that he might embarrass his kids. Those punks could get over themselves.

He hoisted Marianna into his arms, carting her off to a secluded back room.

“Gonna fuck you until you pass out,” he rumbled into her needy mouth as she grabbed for him.

“Okay.” She puffed, eating his mouth like dessert. If she didn’t stop, he was gonna bust right there, “wake me up for the hog roast though.”

Whistles and jeers followed them because nothing was ever secret around this place.

Tag ignored them all. His woman needed him.

“Oh, hey, guys.” A sweet voice laughed as he was about to find a spare room. They parted mouths to see a grinning Angela coming from Rider’s office. “Have you seen that man of mine anywhere?”

“Sorry, we haven’t.” Marianna answered.

“No problem, I’ll find him. Have fun, you two.” Eyes twinkled. She was another one who’d grown up before Tag’s eyes. Now she was a practicing attorney in Archie’s law firm, working closely for theSouls.

That’s how the club threads worked.

They grew over years, becoming stronger, tying everyone to this family, this brotherhood.

All his focus, though, was on the squirming woman he dropped onto a narrow bed.

Her eyes sparkled with want when he reached for his belt. Her little whimper was music.

A decade on, and he was as in love with her as ever.

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