Page 74 of Harmless
“Yeah, and?”
He laughed again, the beautiful sound ringing out across our camp. Devin lifted his head and looked at us. With the distance and setting sun, it was hard to tell if he was glaring or just seeing what the noise was about. In the next moment, he was back to minding his business, sharpening his knives next to the campfire that had just started crackling.
I let Santos return to stretching while I continued to watch Devin for some reason I couldn’t figure out. The tall fighter’s hair was loose, hanging down one side of his head like a glossy, black waterfall. It looked soft. So did his beard. His fingers were long, his movements methodical as he honed his weapons.
The guy made me curious, but only because he was so damn confusing. Just when I thought we were starting to get along, he had to go off and be an ass. I didn’t buy for a second that he was staying here to watch Santos’ back. Santos was fine. He was happy. I didn’t wish for the two friends to be separated, but if Devin was so miserable and the MC life didn’t fit him, he could just go somewhere relatively close. Santos could visit him at any time.
The club still needed a permanent home, but that would come later. Sevier and Four Corners were both great places to live, and I figured we could settle somewhere in the middle. We’d be near civilization, and I could visit the many branches of my family. MCs truly lived on the road. We’d always be within visiting distance of someone. Devin didn’t need to be breathing down Santos’ neck all the time. So what the hell?
He got his revenge kill. He got a room to sleep in, a roof, and a fridge full of food. He had choices now, the option to go or stay. Was he just having trouble adjusting to a life that was no longer dictated by someone else?
All of the ex-gladiators needed therapy, I decided. As soon as we finished this mission, I’d see what kind of contacts my mom had in the mental health field. My dads went to individual therapy on and off again. They could probably recommend someone. It would also help, I imagined, if these fighters knew my tough-as-nails, ruthless MC fathers had sat down and talked to people about their trauma. Because God knew it would take some convincing for these guys to accept that you could solve issues with words instead of weapons. And doing that didn’t make you weak.
Hell, sometimes I even forgot it was an option.
25
RORI
“Ten more minutes,” I mumbled, snuggling deeper into Santos’ chest. “S’too early.”
Torr’s body was warm against my back, but his lips were cold as they touched the shell of my ear. “You’re the president, not a princess,” he said. “You wake up and pack it in with everyone else.”
Naturally, I knew that. My dad Jandro was the early bird, but Reaper would be up soon after. Between the two of them, breakfast and coffee would always be hot and ready for my mom when she got up. Damn it. Why couldn’t I have been an old lady instead of the fucking president?
And why did Torr, who I guess was my old man, have to be such a hardass? Santos was brushing sleepy kisses over the top of my head, which made it even harder to get up.
Hmm, speaking of harder…
I threw my back into a deep arch, pressing my ass against—yep, there it was—Torr’s morning erection. “Let me stay in bed so I can take care of that for you,” I said in my best seductive whisper, looking behind me. He was pressed against me, already so close. I ghosted my lips against his neck and gave a nibble to his earlobe.
“Not gonna work on me today, creep. We gotta move out.” My VP was all business, and therefore, all-buzzkill.
“Santos,” I whined, facing forward again to kiss under his jaw. “Tell him to stop being a dick.”
“Mmm. He’s right though, paloma.”
I let out a fake gasp. “I’m shockedandbetrayed.”
A sympathetic kiss fell on my forehead. “We’ve got another long day of riding, right?”
“Val says we have a half-day.”
“Come on.” Santos patted my hip and started to push back the blanket. “We need to set a good example, right?”
I yawned and stretched, accepting my defeat. “I’d much rather have a morning threesome and sleep in, but sure, I guess.”
“We’ll have time for that later.” Torr rose to his knees, rubbing his eyes.
“Promise?” I came up to kneeling as well, reaching for a long-sleeved shirt to ward off the chilly morning air.
Torr grabbed my arms faster than I could react, holding just above my elbows as he came directly behind me. His grip was strong enough to bruise as he pulled my arms back just enough to thrust my chest forward. Toward Santos.
Torr’s erection rubbed like a hot, heavy brand against my ass, the sensation too dulled from our layers of sleeping clothes. On top, I wore only a camisole, and my nipples were already pebbled from the cold air. With Santos waking up quickly now, those dark eyes drinking me in, the sensitive tips positively ached for some relief.
“Later, I can hold you like this, pound your sweet ass from behind.” Torr thrust his hips, driving his erection over the cleft of my ass. “While Santos takes care of you in front. How does that sound?”
The question was directed at me, but I had no words to answer with, especially as I watched Santos move directly in front of me. His long thighs pressed against mine, that firm chest blasting heat as it came into contact with my nipples. And it was not nearly enough.
