Page 59 of Crush's Fall

As he slammed into her over and over again, he vowed, “I’ll put your name anywhere you want. Damn, I fucking love you.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

A few days later… Crush

Aftersendinghermotheranothertext telling her she’d bring Lucifer over soon, Crush hung out in the tattoo parlor with the Ol’ Ladies, Pinky, and Kisy while she got her Ol’ Lady tattoos, declaring her connection to Dragon. When she was done, Ginger began to clean them up as she smiled and commented, “He’ll have to borrow Rock’s truck if he plans to take you back to the house tonight.” Since Kisy got the tattoos on each of her inner thighs, riding a motorcycle would prove difficult and painful until the tats healed.

“I don’t think they’ll make it that far,” Gorgeous uttered and yelped when Dragon’s sister, Darlin’, smacked her arm. “Damn it, Dani! That shit hurt.”

“Then stop talking about my brother fucking!”

“I didn’t say anything about that!”

Crush snorted a laugh, because Gorgeous was most definitely talking about that.

Pixie moved to the seat closer to Kisy and rolled her eyes. “Those two can be more like sisters than best friends.”

“I like it,” Kisy replied. “But Gorgeous isn’t wrong. As soon as Dragon sees these, he’s going to carry me up to our room here and—”

“LALALALALALALALALALALA,” Darlin’ blurted as she plugged her ears with her fingers, not wanting to hear about her brother’s sex lifeagain. Crush completely understood that sentiment.

Sugar grinned and said to Kisy, “I like you.”

“I like you, too,” Kisy replied.

From her position leaned back against the wall by the door to the room, next to Pinky, Crush absently played with her pendant and asked Kisy, “Where are you getting your TC colors?”

The question brought proud tears to Kisy’s eyes. She looked from Crush to Pinky and back. “Full-back piece,” she answered.

“Righteous,” Pinky said, and grinned as she nodded her approval.

“Kick ass,” Peanut agreed.

Ginger smiled at her as she stood and pulled off her nitrile gloves. “That will be an honor to do for you, Kisy. Give your body a week, and I’ll get you taken care of.”

Kisy looked around the room at all the women. “Thank you… to all of you. I didn’t always fit in with my family, and now I have a new family that feels more like home than home ever did.”

“Oh, fuck,” Pixie uttered as tears started streaming down her face. “Fucking pregnancy hormones!”

Crush gave Kisy a nod before she snuck out Pinky on her heels. There was only so much pregnancy blubbering a woman could take. They hung out in the lobby, waiting for Kisy to get dressed.

A few minutes later, Crush and Pinky lifted Kisy up into their arms. Each of them had an arm around her back and another under one of her knees, and Kisy’s arms over their shoulders.

Butterfly had made some comment about carrying the sass queen around, which sent Kisy in a fit of laughter as they entered the clubhouse.

Trailing behind them were the rest of the Ol’ Ladies and Ginger.

“What in the hell did you do to my mate?” Dragon asked as they sat Kisy down on the table in front of him.

“Nothing,” Crush said on a laugh. “We didn’t want your lips rubbing all over the Howlers colors.”

Dragon’s lip print was one of the tattoos Kisy got. The other tattoo was the Howlers logo.

Pinky snorted. “Could you imagine Dragon kissing the Howlers’ asses?”

And just like that, the whole lot of them devolved into giggles.

Dragon locked gazes with Kisy. “Explain. What in the fuck are they talking about?”

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