"You would be right. And you're Emerson." I give her a warm smile.
"It's nice to meet you, Cat." But then, Emerson does something that shocks the hell out of me; she hugs me.
"Nice to meet you, too."
When Emerson steps away, my eyes land on the people lingering behind her, and I'm pretty sure I don't do an excellent job at hiding my reaction because the only way to describe the men in front of me is scary hot.Damn!
The first man to speak is someone who exudes authority and confidence. He looks intimidating and a tad scary with his height, large frame, and bushy beard, but his blue eyes hold kindness.
"Jake," Easton greets him.
"Good to see ya, brother." Jake steps forward and gives Easton a handshake. Standing beside him is a woman with bright red hair and a warm motherly smile.
Easton then goes about introducing me to everyone.
"Baby, this is Jake and his wife, Grace. Behind him is Logan and his wife, Bella." Both Grace and Bella smile and wave.
Easton continues by pointing to the dark-haired man standing beside Logan with his arm around a blonde woman. "That's Gabriel and his wife, Alba. Then, standing to his left, is Reid and his woman Mila."
Reid is just as good-looking as the rest of the men, and I totally dig the shaved head and tattoos on his skull.
"Behind Reid are Austin and his wife, Lelani. And over there," he nods to his left, saying, "are Sam and Sofia. Then the other two are Blake and Grey." Easton pauses with his introduction then starts looking around. "Where is Quinn?"
"Fuckin' hell," Jake grumbles, and we all follow his line of sight. That's when I see Quinn, Emerson's husband, step out the front door of the house with a drumstick in one hand and a biscuit in the other.
"Quinn!" Emerson hisses.
"What?" Quinn says around a mouth full of food.
"You can't just go into someone else's house and eat their food."
"I'm starving, Sunshine. We've been on the road for hours."
"We ate an hour ago, dipshit," Logan barks.
Emerson sighs. "That's like ten hours in Quinn land." She then looks at me. "I'm so sorry. I can't take him anywhere."
I throw my head back and laugh. "It's okay."
"You see there, baby." Quinn steps off the porch and makes his way toward our group. "Cat doesn't mind." He peers over at me and grins. "Nice to meet ya, darlin'."
11
EASTON
Sitting here, surrounded by my family and having Cat at my side, gives me an inner peace I've never felt before. I've never felt as grounded. Turning my head, I stare at Cat and watch her laugh at something Quinn says and feel my lips lift in a smile because of the sound of her happiness.
"Hold up. There's more where that came from," Quinn grins. "What goes in hard and dry but comes out soft and wet?" he looks at Cat, waiting for her to guess.
Cat's eyes dart around. "Oh, um…" her cheeks turn a light shade of blush.
"Come on." Quinn searches everyone's faces. "No one?" He waits another couple of seconds before blurting, "Gum!" He laughs hard at his own joke. "You thought I was about to say a cock, right? You guys are some dirty-minded fuckers." He shakes his head.
"I got one for ya." Cat's grandad stretches his legs out, propping them on a large log in front of him. "What does a bullfrog say when it's horny?" he grins. I've heard this joke before, as I suspect a few others have as well, but we don't daresteal his thunder. "Rub it." No sound is heard when he chuckles, but Arthur's shoulders shake.
"Daideò!" Cat gasps with a mix of shock and amusement in her voice.
"What, child? I may be getting old, but my funny bone is still intact."
