Page 117 of Their Property
Home, what a concept.
A sense of lightness and contentment settled over me. Four Corners was never my home, despite having been born and grown up there. I never felt at home until I jumped on the back of the motorcycle and held onto the man in front of me.
“Careful, little lady.” T-bone gingerly lifted me up from the bike seat, brushing a kiss over my shoulder. “Can you stand?” he added with a chuckle.
“Mm, I think I can manage.” I shot him a teasing grin over my shoulder. “Does that bruise your ego?”
“Not at all, darlin’.” He kissed me, our matching grins touching. “They heard you screaming across the Grand Canyon, so my ego is very much intact.”
I smacked his chest and he laughed, helping me off the bike so I could get dressed.
Yes, that solidified it. The only home I needed was with these men.
THIRTY-FIVE
T-BONE
Fuck me, I couldn’t remember the last time a ride felt so good. Freshly washed, freshly fucked, and now with my steed between my legs and home on the horizon, what could be better?
I glanced at my mirror, catching sight of Kyrie wrapped around Grudge in the back of our little pack. She had an arm thrown over his shoulder, hand splayed on his chest, and his fingers curled around hers. Her mouth pressed to his ear, either talking to him over the wind or just teasing him with that little pink tongue. Whichever it was, Grudge was grinning like I’d never seen him do before. It looked like how mine felt after we finished that epic fuckfest by the side of the road.
Grudge, Dyno, and I had been happy together for years. Our bonds were strong, forged by spending our lives as misunderstood outcasts. But Kyrie elevated that to something new. What she brought to us was deeper than the day-to-day surface-level happiness. If the guys and I were brought together by pain and sacrifice, she came to us with the force of healing.
Healing came with its own type of pain though, the kind we were a lot less familiar with. Leaning into that was, in some ways, harder than riding out to battle, guns blazing. But I knew it had to be done, all of us did. I’d never be able to love her like she deserved until I found closure from losing Bash. Dyno had to let his guard down and be honest with her about his kid. And Grudge?
My gaze flicked to my mirror again. Kyrie’s cheek rested on the back of his shoulder, and he held her thigh in a possessive grip as he drove with the other hand.
Being able to kiss her was a huge breakthrough for him, but that only scratched the surface. The rest of it was written on those pages, folded and tucked into his cut inches away from where her hand rested. He might give it to her to read the moment we got home, or he might not be ready for weeks or months.
But healing took time, and none of us were unfamiliar with patience. Kyrie still wanted us after waiting four years, after all. I had no doubt that when Grudge was ready to let that final barrier down, she’d still find him as perfect as we all did.
My chest sparked withsomethingat the thought of all four of us at home, together. It expanded uncontrollably, reaching my face until I wore a big stupid grin for the hundredth time that day.
I never gave much thought to the future. MC life forced me to live day-to-day, sometimes even hour to hour. But with Kyrie with us, I wanted to live through the year, maybe even the next several years. I couldn't wait for when our time before her was just a distant memory, when it would feel like she'd always been a part of us. I wanted to see her grow wise with all that life had to offer. I wanted to tease her about her first wrinkles and her first gray hair. And if she got down on herself about that shit, I wanted to remind her how beautiful she was. I wanted to see her with Dyno's son and maybe round with a baby from one of us.
For the first time in my life, surviving beyond the next day or week mattered to me. I wanted it all, a future with her and them.
Should I ask her to marry me? Marry us?I scratched my beard at the thought. Traditional relationships were not my forte. I'd never had one in my life and had no idea how they worked. Kyrie might appreciate something like that, but did it matter if she was already with the three of us?
I'd have to ask her once we were settled in at home. We could easily pitch in three ways on a ring for her. She'd wear a rock fit for a princess. She needed a property jacket too, so that everyone knew she was ours. Maybe even a tattoo. Shit, that’d be hot.
Much to my annoyance, Munin found this to be a perfect time to tug at me. He was in the sky somewhere but pulled insistently on my consciousness like he wanted me to use his eyes right fucking then.
“I’m driving, bird. What the fuck?” I glanced at the sky and only heard a caw and a faint metallic sound before it all went fucked.
There was no time to brake for the length of chain that pulled taut across my path. It caught the front of my bike, and I went flying.
Sandy ground rushed underneath me before I landed hard. Pain rocked up to my shoulders and my teeth. I tried to roll to absorb some of the impact, but the damage had been done. I was rattled, my brain still catching up to the fact that someone had laid a trap for us. Whoever did this wanted the element of surprise, and they succeeded. Not even Munin saw it until it was too late.
I rolled to my feet and ran back toward the chain and my bike, ignoring how the ground swung unsteadily beneath my feet. Kyrie and the guys were back there.
I drew both of my handguns, adrenaline and a fresh wave of rage fueling me now. Yeah, I was the most emotional of us, in all aspects. To lovers, I was passionate and moved worlds to please them. My enemies? They experienced a world of pain before they died.
Our would-be attackers started coming out of the woodwork, pointing long rifles at us from behind bushes and large clusters of boulders. I fired at them without hesitation, forcing them to pull back and seek cover.
Cowardly bunch of limp-dicks.
“You alright?” Dyno called to me. He and Grudge were able to brake before reaching the chain. They had weapons drawn and were off their bikes, protecting Kyrie between them.
