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However, until they arrived, I’d kept myself busy getting to know Saint and Gun more while they took me on a tour of the compound outside where their stunning rides sat. Saint was true to his word and had picked my brain about his bike. The more I told him what I could do to her, the more he got giddy over the ideas while Gun watched him with amusement.
I loved that this club was like my family’s and didn’t discriminate on the brothers loving who they wanted.
But being surrounded by awesome people all day really did make me miss my people from home.
Saint snorted when I glanced at the clock on the wall again. I shoved him. “I should have gone with Country to pick them up.”
“Nah, it’s probably best the tearful reunion is here than at the airport.”
Nodding, I picked up the controller to the gaming system again. Earlier, when Saint had asked if I gamed and he saw my excited look, he’d taken me to this bedroom, and since then, we’d been playing.
“You’ve got a good set-up here,” I told him as I pressed the button to start another race.
Saint grabbed the other gamepad. “It ain’t mine.”
I stopped, saw my character crash, and looked to Saint. “Whose room are we in? Will they mind us being in here? If they’re anything like my brother, I know he doesn’t like his things being touched and would kick anyone’s arse if he caught us. Will my arse be kicked? If they come for me, Saint, I’m totally throwing you under the bus and claiming innocence since I am actually innocent. You should have told me this room wasn’t yours. Why was the door wide open when we got here? Anyone could just stroll in like we did.”
Saint roared with laughter, his whole body shaking. He patted my thigh when he started to calm down. “Relax, Rommy.”
“Relax? Sure, okay. I’ll totally relax because you said so.”
He grinned wide. “This is Quake’s room, and he leaves his door open so the brothers who want a little downtime can come in here to play with his set-up.”
Quake’s? That made me want to study every detail in the room, but first I had to make sure I’d be welcomed in my wet dream’s space. “Saint. Did you by any chance notice that I’m not a brother? I don’t have a peen between my legs, so are you completely sure I’m welcome in that luscious man’s area?”
Saint laughed again. “Luscious? Quake?”
I gave him wide eyes. “Ah, yes.”
He snorted. “Sure, Rommy.” He made it sound like I needed to get my head checked. The time to do that was long past. “But to answer your question, Quake won’t care you’re in here playing. He and Dusty used to game a lot before she and Country became joined at the hip.”
“Dusty games? I’ll have to ask her to play when she’s got some free time.” She had a baby boy bundle of joy to take care of when she wasn’t cooking or running the club house with Country.
“Yeah. She’s pretty good at it too.”
“Cool, cool.” Nodding, I grabbed the controller once more and sat back on the couch. “All right, you ready to lose again?”
“I won the last game.”
“Only because you cheated.” I glanced at the clock again.
He scoffed. “I don’t cheat. I’m just that good.”
A knock sounded, and we looked to the doorway where Quake leaned.
I dropped the gamepad on the couch and stood. Pointing down at Saint, I yelled, “He dragged me in here to play the games.”
Saint snorted before scrubbing a hand over his face.
Quake grinned for the first time. Immediately, my heart stumbled over a beat as my belly fluttered. He was already stunning, but when he smiled, it made me want to throw a bag over his head so no one else saw how special it was.
“You’re droolin’,” Saint muttered out the corner of his mouth.
Kicking back, I hit him in the shin.
“All good.” My attention went to Quake as soon as I heard his low rumble. “Anyone can game. I just stopped by to let you know your family’s here.”
Pumping the air, I cried, “Yes,” then bolted out of the room.
