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“Let’s hope it don’t come to that.” Hoss gritted his response between his teeth.
“But if it does,” Mason interjected, “know that Rebels stand with Machos, brother.” He loosed a harsh laugh that hurt to hear. “I’m guessing you’d like me to call Blackie and let him know what we’re bringing his direction?”
“If you would. I am close to his territory, and I think it will seem less of a threat coming from someone with more miles between your southern chapters and his.” Estavez stared into the camera, and Hoss held his breath understanding a pronouncement was coming. “Know that I will defend your men and your blood with my own, Mason. Do you bring your family, I will protect them as if they were mine. This kid, this Enzo,”—Hoss noted how Myron marked the name, quickly typing it into the computer—“he is a force unto himself. It is good we will be ahead of the curve on this one.”
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Mason
Standing by the back wall of the clubhouse, Mason let his mind wander over the events leading up to this party. It had been two weeks since Estavez called, and it was a good thing the rally hadn’t been any sooner, because it had taken this long to get all the ducks he needed to line up in a row.
Blackie, as Mason predicted, wasn’t happy about the potential to be seen siding with Rebels and Machos against another club he didn’t have a beef with, but after talking things to death, and pulling Slate and Truck in on the discussions, the grizzled graybeard had finally come through. RWMC would have a designated hillside at the rally, apart from the local clubs, not only to give them distinction in the eyes of attendees, but also to help keep any bloodletting away from weekend warriors who didn’t have more than a toehold in the life. Machos would be assigned a nearby hillside, and Blackie’s boys would be positioned between them.
In addition to the men he’d tagged to ride to Texas, there were another dozen who’d asked permission. Various RWMC chapters had ties to Blackie’s Freed Riders, and a chance at attending a sanctioned rally had everyone chattering. That meant the riding column would grow, picking up additional members as they went, and he had Brute already plotting out their course to ensure enough stops between the required clubhouse visits.
An arm slipped around his waist and he wrapped his around Willa’s shoulders. She snuggled up to him and he grinned at her. “How long will it take to get there, chunk of hunk?”
“There and back? Three weeks, minimum.” He sighed. “Hate being away that long, but it’s necessary.”
“You know I’m coming with you, right?” The smile Willa angled up at him held a touch of deviousness that made him grin even as he shook his head. “Oh, yeah, I am. So are Garrett and Dolly. I’ve got it all planned out.”
“Woman, you are not riding with me.” He shook his head again. “Brothers only on the run.”
“Of course I’m not riding with you.” She patted his ass, gripped one cheek and shook it until he laughed and swatted her hand away. “Your ass will be flat as a pancake at the end of those three weeks, and you like mine round and soft.” Now her smile held more than a touch of slyness. Eyes crinkling at the corners, she laughed. “So, in the interest of keeping this round ass you like so much, I hired a bus.”
“A bus?” He stared at her, nonplussed.Jesus, this woman. “A fuckin’ bus?”
“Yeah. Me and Dolly, Sharon, Bexley, three or four more from Chicago, then we’ll pick up a couple more women along the way. Oh, before I forget, Garrett is going to ride with you if you’ll let him, and before you say anything, he already knows he’ll have to stay at the back of the pack. He’s cool with it, as long as he gets to take this first long trip with you.” She shook her head and reached up, tipping his open mouth closed. “Peaches and I have sorted RVs for the campground, too. I’m too old to sleep in a tent. Plus, I don’t like swamp boobs.”
“Swamp boobs?”
“Why am I not surprised that out of everything I said, you focused on the tatas.” Willa laughed and rested her hand on his chest, pressing close. “Three weeks? Oh, hell no. I don’t want to be alone that long, hunk ’o mine. Plus, Peaches sounded excited as hell.”
“She tell Blackie yet?” The phone in his pocket buzzed and Willa laughed, then grinned broadly. “That’s him now, isn’t it? You planned this to the minute?”
“Maaaaybe.” She rolled up on her toes and pressed a loud kiss on his cheek, smacking hard as she pulled away. “Remember you love me, okay?”
“Woman.”
“I know, oh growly one.” She laughed and landed her lips on his chest. “Remember I love you?”
“You better. All this time, I ain’t letting anything fall apart now.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her close, then bent her backwards over his arm, following her down to kiss her deeply. Tongues sliding and thrusting, he tasted her with the knowledge earned from years of loving her, working the kiss to bring her to a soft, boneless state quickly. When he felt her wilting, he straightened and set his hands on her shoulders to steady her. “I like the love drunk look on you best, Willa mine.” She blinked languidly at him and smiled, her lips red and swollen. “Love you, babe.”
“I love you more,” she whispered. His phone buzzed again and she shook herself, giggling. “Best answer that, Mason. Lay your manly plans, because your woman wants to have her way with you not just tonight, but every night she can. I’m looking at this as a re-honeymoon.”
“What?” He laughed again, still smoothing his palms over her skin.I’ll never get enough of her, he thought as he dipped his mouth to touch hers again.Never.
“I don’t want to do anything silly like renewing our vows.” She stopped and stared at him. “Because the time we married, that was perfection. Can’t top it, not for me. But, I wouldn’t be against another long trip with you. Without the numb ass. Hence, the bus. But the nights? Oh, darling—” She trailed her fingertips up his chest, wrapped her fingers over his shoulder and used him to steady herself as she lifted to place her mouth at his ear, whispering, “those nights were the absolute best. No worries, no weight on your shoulders. Just you and me. This is a re-honeymoon trip, because I want that again. I want it before we get back to the business of what you need to do with the Rebels.” She fell back to her heels and stared up at him. “Gimme.” She blinked. “I want it. Those three weeks.” Narrowing her eyes, she wound her fingers through his belt loops and pulled him against her so his hard dick pressed tight to her stomach. Then she gifted him with that grin he loved when she felt how much he wanted her. “Gimme.”
“God, you kill me, woman.” He pulled the phone out to see he’d missed two calls from Blackie, followed by a text ofCall me. “Seems there’s business to take care of before I can deal with your shit. Can you give me a minute here, darlin’? I gotta settle some ruffled feathers and then I’ll be back for round two.”
“Twenty-seven.” Shaking her head, Willa took a step backwards.
“What?”So fuckin’ kooky.
“Round twenty-seven. And that’s just from today. I love you, chunk of hunk.” Blowing him a kiss from her fingertips, she crooked her fingers in a tiny wave as she skipped away. He watched her angle towards a gaggle of women along the wall, including Sharon, Bexley, and Bethy. They gathered around her for a moment, then as if connected, each woman’s head came up and they stared at him. Willa waved at him again and then wrapped her arm around Bexley’s waist. She thrust her other hand out into the center of the ring of women, her animated face aimed at each one in turn. It took only seconds for the women to pile their hands on top and he watched as they counted up to something, hands flinging in the air, words unheard underneath the wash of laughter.
“You’re so fucked.” Fury’s laughing voice came from beside him and Mason cut him a rueful glance. Fury held up his phone, showing Mason the same text message from Blackie.
