Page 59 of Their Property
My mind turned to moments ago when he said I wastheir property.It was jarring in the moment, evoking a reaction I didn’t know how to process. What a strange term to signal that I was under protection.
But thinking of it again, it felt possessive. Even primal.
And I liked it.
EIGHTEEN
DYNO
Grudge and I returned to the clubhouse in the evening, my ears immediately pricking up at the sound of Kyrie’s voice in the kitchen, along with Chris’ and Tiff’s.So she’s up, and in decent spirits, it sounds like.
I smiled to myself while I removed my gloves and scraped my boots on the mat in the mudroom. Nothing could ever keep her down—not being kidnapped and definitely not escaping a burning building by the skin of her teeth.
No sooner had I entered the house than T-Bone’s form approached with heavy, lumbering steps down the hallway. Munin took off from his shoulder, flying the short distance to land in front of Kyrie at the kitchen table.
His gaze fell to Kyrie, who was petting the raven’s head as she listened to Tiff, before landing on me. “You’re back.” He greeted me with a kiss.
“Yeah, wasn’t that much to see, honestly.”
T-Bone nudged another kiss at my temple, his hands going to my shoulder and my waist. “How’d it go? Where’s Grudge?”
“Tell you in a minute. He’s cleaning a bunch of ash and shit off the bikes.” I put my hand over his, turning my head to kiss him again. It never mattered if we were apart for a few hours or weeks, he was always affectionate to the point of clinginess when we came back together.
After spending a childhood as my father’s favorite punching bag, I would gladly take being kissed every time I came home instead.
“See that?” I overheard Tiff say to Kyrie. “Sinceday onethey’ve been like that. Smooching like a bunch of teenagers.”
Kyrie made a sound that I couldn’t quite discern, something like a polite laugh that was also embarrassed. I pulled away from T-Bone to see that her face was red, and she was very intently looking at Munin and not us. Her thighs were also clamped together in her borrowed leggings from Tiff, and she kept chewing on her lip.
She was either uncomfortable, which, considering she’d seen us kiss before, didn’t make a lot of sense. That, or she was turned on by it.
Oh, it’s definitely that second one.She barely moved, but I saw the subtle shifting of her legs rubbing together.
The blood rushed to my cock in a surge of heat. She was completely off-limits before, but now? She was our property, staying in our home and under our protection. The barriers between had literally crumbled and gone up in flames.
And yet, she was still the daughter of a governor, who would certainly lose his shit if he found out she was shacking up with us.
Fuck, as if it wasn’t already hard enough to not fall for her while at the capitol. Now, while she sat at our breakfast bar? Ate our food? Slept under blankets that my mother and grandmother made? How could she be anything but ours?
Grudge walked in then, grunting a greeting to everyone as he headed for the sink to wash his hands, which were coated in ash and dust. The moment he finished, T-Bone assaulted him with kisses too.
“Alright, we’re all here.” T-Bone slid behind Grudge and wrapped his arms around the other man’s neck. “Time for church.” He smacked a kiss on Grudge’s cheek before moving them both that way.
“You coming?” I asked Kyrie, who remained seated at the breakfast bar.
“Me?” Her eyes widened. “But I thought church was only for club members.”
“That includes club property.” I held my hand out to her.
Her teeth sank into her lip again as she slid down from the stool. Another hot pulse hit my cock when she took my hand.You like being owned by us, don’t you?
I adjusted myself subtly as I led her down the hall. “And anyway,” I cleared my throat, “this situation involves you, regardless of your status with the club.”
The room we held church in was the home’s den, with double doors leading in. It was sparsely furnished, the focal point was just the large dining table we all sat around to discuss club business.
We never closed the doors. T-Bone didn’t have a gavel or any official markings of an MC president, except the patch on his cut. After the club was massacred and it was down to just the three of us, it felt silly to keep doing all those little formalities. If our numbers kept growing, maybe we’d pick them up again.
“Have a seat anywhere, little lady. Make yourself comfortable.” T-Bone took his spot at the head of the table, with Chris to his right. I took his left, and Kyrie sat next to me. Tiff took the seat next to her husband, and Grudge sat on Kyrie’s other side.
