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"Fuck the beer," he said, grabbing me and pinning me against the truck. His hand slipped inside my panties and stroked over me as my hand moved to stroke his already hard cock through his pants.
Yeah, we were going to be late.
And he was right. Fuck the beer.In the end, we got there about twenty minutes after things got into swing. The Henchmen compound was packed, bikers and club whores (yeah, I still referred to them as that in my head because, well, nothing else was really fitting), and friends of The Henchmen milled around.
Wolf let out a loud whistle and nodded at a few of the probates who came running as he climbed up into the bed to get the kegs down. Five kegs. I thought it was overkill, Wolf told me they would probably need to send out the pregnant Summer and whomever else was sober later.
"Heya kid," Cash called, walking up with an adoring Ferryn trailing behind.
Shooter's, and Reign's, fears were realized in her and she was hardly more than a toddler. She was twenty-five pounds and eight ounces of pretty. Her father's dark hair had stayed dark but started to curl like her mother's, forever escaping whatever bands and bows Summer used to try to tame it. She had a really weird outfit on, paying homage to both of her parents. She wore a black faux leather pleated skirt and a pretty pink floral shirt with a pair of black Chucks on her feet and sparkly butterfly clips in her hair.
"When are you guys going to make one of these?" Cash asked, scooping her up and throwing her under his arm football-style to which her response was to throw her arms out and make airplane noises.
Wolf's arm went around my hip and squeezed reassuringly. "Got time," he said, making me take a grateful breath. I wasn't at that place yet. I was nowhere near that place yet. But while I was barely pushing thirty, Wolf was well on his way to forty. We really didn't have that much longer to think about it. This was evidenced by the fact that Wolf was making plans for an addition to the cabin.
He told me the news and I remembered feeling my belly clench hard. Part of it was the feeling of the end of an era. We had made so many memories in that cabin. I had lost some of my fears in the arms of Wolf. I had found my first nights of dreamless sleep. I had felt a man's hands on my skin in adoration and love for the first time. I found parts of myself I forgot were there, or had never existed before. I found softness and love.
And part of the sensation was fear. I was losing that safety net that three years of stability gave me. Things were changing. Our lives were moving in a new direction.
But I was not the kind of chick to be afraid of change and adventure. And that was exactly what starting a family would be- the biggest change, and the grandest adventure.
So while it scared me shitless, I was also excited.
"Gotta marry her first," Wolf added, making me start.
My eyes automatically went to my left hand where a ring was situated. Not a diamond. When it looked like Wolf was getting the itch to ask me, I'd made sure I threw a well-timed rant about blood diamonds so he knew to steer clear of that. He chose instead a ruby, telling me that red suited me better anyhow. It was round-cut and on a white gold band and I freaking loved the damn thing and what it represented- freedom, but at the same time, protection.
"Well, the fuck you waiting for?" Reign asked, stealing his daughter from his brother. "Hey Repo," Reign called, a smile I didn't trust on his face.
"Yeah?"
"I think Wolf needs some help with these kegs," he said, still doing the weird grin.
"I'll get Maze on it," Repo called back, and I felt my eyes get small.
"Are you guys hazing her?" I asked, my tone sharp and I could practically feel the eye roll Wolf was doing behind my back.
"She ain't getting special treatment," Reign said on a shrug. "You wouldn't want special treatment at Hailstorm, would you?"
"That's a completely different situation."
"How?"
"Because Lo would never purposely make any individual life hard just to prove a point," I said, preparing for the fight because everything he was saying was confirming my fears. They weren't giving her a fair shot.
"Look you guys wanted us to give her a shot, we're giving her a shot. She ain't complaining about the treatment so you don't get to either."
"Hey, what do you need?" Maze asked as she walked up, stretching out her legs to keep pace with Repo. She had on black skinny jeans and a black wifebeater, an outfit which only accented her feminine figure. She was slightly pear-shaped, wide of hip and small of waist. She had breasts bigger than mine, but not quite as impressive as Lo's. Her face had a somewhat squared jaw and full lips with dark brows over hazel eyes. Her hair was straight and fell to her elbows, colored in the deepest shade of purple possible.
I liked Maze. I liked Maze the second I laid eyes on her a few weeks before. So did Lo and Summer and Alex and Amelia. We couldn't tell you what it was, exactly, about her that made us all band together and champion her cause, but there was something. And it was more than simply being pissed that The Henchmen were just going to blow her off on the simple fact that she was female. There was a quiet kind of strength about her, a grim determination, and the barest hint of desperation that maybe women were better at picking up on. Or, perhaps, just women who had been there before like we all had been.
"Kegs," Reign said, jerking his head toward the truck where two of the male probates were lowering some down.
