“Is that your way of telling me your dadlikesme?” I teased.
His laughter grew louder and he shook his head. “You’ll have to ask him that. Hey, do you know much about Harleys? Wanna give me a hand?”
For the next half hour I passed KC tools because that’s the best I could do. I didn’t know jack shit about Harleys, and about the same with how to fix a bike, which was why my club brothers wanted to kick my ass all the time. Scar always said I never took care of my baby, and that might have been true, but with someone like KC around, that could change.
The thought made me freeze. I was thinking of a situation that had me spending a lot of time with Quain, like a relationship, and that wasn’t something I’d ever really given any time to. I’d dated a couple of guys back in my teens, but the Kings had given me a new outlook on life—sex without the drama. I fucking wanted this with Quain and KC, though. If I told my brothers that information, they’d give me shit about it, even if some of them had already hooked up and were playing house.
The garage door opened and Quain stepped in with two steaming mugs in his hands. He passed me one and I took it without a second thought, sipping on the hot coffee with a wince. The drink was just sweet enough to make me moan. Not many people knew or suspected I was a coffee drinker, mostly because I stuck with alcohol. I had to keep my biker image after all.
“It’s like you read my mind,” I murmured, rising from my seat to give him a kiss on the mouth, which he accepted easily.
He ran his hand through his messy bed hair and smiled lazily. By the look of him, he was still blinking away the sleep from his eyes. “You’re welcome.”
“Pa, help me?” KC asked.
Quain passed me his mug and knelt beside KC. I watched them work, warmth filling my gut at the scene, which felt very… homey, like we were a real family. Now that was a scary thought. I nearly laughed.
Quain knew exactly what KC wanted, and they worked like a well-oiled machine, exchanging tools and talking about what the Harley needed while I sat and watched, a small smile playing on my lips, until my phone buzzed in the pocket of Quain’s borrowed sweatpants. Placing both mugs on the cement floor, I yanked it out and checked the message.
Church. 10am. Be there.
I sighed and replied back with a thumbs-up. When I raised my gaze, Quain had his head cocked in my direction.
“I have a meeting with the boys at ten. I should get ready. I’m gonna take a shower.”
Quain snorted and got up off the floor as I stood, and then he snuggled in close, giving me another kiss, which had the tension in my body draining away. He tasted like caffeine and sugar, sweet as always, and I couldn’t get enough. I deepened the kiss until the sound of KC making gagging noises had me laughing.
“Manners, Luke.MayI have a shower?” Quain said.
I rolled my eyes. “I never ask. I just do things.”
“I can see that.” His gaze slid to the empty glass of juice beside my chair before he chuckled. Patting my chest, he nodded. “Go shower. I’ll find some better clothes for you that’ll fit.”
“Maybe I should bring some of mine over to store in that massive closet of yours?” I lowered my voice so KC couldn’t hear me. “Because I plan on fucking you a lot. Your ass is mine now.”
His tongue swiped over his lips, wetting them, and I followed the movement with my gaze as I thought about having them on my cock last night. I wanted to come down that tight throat of his next time. “If you say so. Maybe I can house-train you.”
I grunted out a laugh. “Good luck with that.”
He shook his head and took a step back. I gave him another short kiss, and together, with the empty and half-full mugs, we walked into the house. He showed me to the bathroom connected to his room, even though I’d already used it to piss, before he went to find clothes for me.
His bathroom was made for a prince, with a shower big enough to fit ten people. The nozzles and fixtures were gold, the glass walls surrounded brown porcelain tiles with pretty swirl patterns that reminded me of Venice Beach. The showerhead was fixed to the ceiling, and when I switched it on it was like rain sprinkling down on top of me. I’d never seen or been in anything like it, not even when I lived at home with my parents.
Quain came back and I heard him messing around in the bathroom outside the shower, but I had the water so hot the glass had fogged up. I turned when he opened the door and reached in to slap my ass.
“It’s criminal to have cheeks like that on you,” he said with a wink.
I laughed and grabbed the base of my half-hard dick, waving it at him. “How about this? Wanna come in and suck it?”
Hesitation passed over his face, and he finally shook his head. “Tempting, but no. I have things to do today, and apparently so do you. You’re lucky it’s the weekend. Who’s running the show at your shop?”
“Eh. Watson. He’s all right, but Oli’s there to keep him in line.”
He frowned. “Why does he work there so much? He should be concentrating on school, not your shop. What does his mother say?”
I seized his wrist, hauling him into the shower clothes and all. He yelled, but it was too late; the water had already drenched him. Cuddling his body against me, he sighed and glared.
“You’re the most frustrating person I’ve ever met. Why did I cave to you?”
