She’d texted him off and on that day. She’d stunned the fuck out of him by telling him she’d transferred her studies online. That meant he wasn’t moving his ass to Texas like he thought he’d have to do because there was no way he’d suffer long distance anymore.
His parents had long since gone; he’d worked a few more hours until his back ached, and he packed up for the day. After using the club shower room, he dressed and sat at the bar with a beer, watching the game on TV.
Alpha joined him not long later. He had scratches on his neck, and a blissed-out club groupie sashayed by, blowing a kiss Alpha’s way.
“You got marked, my brother.” He commented, pointing to his neck. Alpha checked them out in the mirror behind the bar and hissed as he rubbed the welts. “Damn fucking viper nails. I told her not to do that shit.”
“She wants the others to see. I told you before that Six was laying a claim on you in subtle ways, but you’ve been thinking with your dick and didn’t see it.”
“The day I take an old lady, you can put my ass in a frilly skirt and spank me.” Alpha retorted, grabbing a beer; he cracked open the can and drank most of it in one go.
“What’ve you got against having an old lady? Now I really want to see you in a frilly skirt. I’m counting on it,” laughed Seb.
“Nothing personal, but I’d rather stay free to go where I want, do what I want, fuck who I want when I want.”
“You’re not gonna have kids, brother?”
The other man smirked. “I don’t need an old lady to have a kid.”
“True. I’m sure Six would help you out there. Probably poking holes in the condoms already.”
Alpha grimaced like he thought she’d do that, and Seb swallowed his laughter in the beer bottle. “Fuck that. I’m the only one who handles protection.”
Seb couldn’t wait to see Sunny pregnant one day. But it was a thought he kept to himself.
And over the next few hours, more brotherhood joined them, younger and older. Dax didn’t stick around; he had money to make out of town, but Seb suspected he was spying on someone’s date.
“He thinks he’s subtle.” Said Diego, snickering, as they watched Dax hop on his bike. “Speaking of, you still gonna be taking your weekly trips to Texas once Sunny returns?”
Seb whipped his head around and pinned Diego with a surprised stare. No one was supposed to know about that. Diego only smirked and threw peanuts into his mouth from the fistful he was holding.
“Nothing much gets by me. No one else knows, though. Saint might, but he’s a weird little nosy fucker. Well? Are you?”
“No, I won’t.”
“Ah, so your little sunbeam has finally caught your ass. Good for her. I was rooting for her, in all honesty, though she could do better,” he flashed a grin, showing off the small diamond in his incisor tooth he’d spontaneously gotten recently.
“Thanks for the endorsement.”
“Whose endorsement?” Tanner asked, carrying pizza boxes he’d collected from a gate delivery. He dropped them on the table and pulled up a chair next to Mateo, Diego’s twin, who hadn’t been paying attention for a while, instead being engrossed in his phone. Tanner had his mouth half-stuffed with a slice when Diego told him.
“Sunny’s finally captured Priest.”
Seb gauged his brother’s reaction, watching for any sign that his hunch was correct and that he liked Sunny. Tanner stopped chewing and threw a glare at Seb.
Yep, there it was, like a fucking neon sign.
It was a given he’d do anything for his brother. Even above club rulings and laws, he’d have Tanner’s back. But there was an exception to that if it included Sunshine.
Pushing back his chair, he jutted his chin at Tanner. “Come with me.”
“I’m fucking eating!”
“Now, Tanner.”
“For fuck’s sake.” He grouched, scraping the chair on the tiled floor. “Don’t eat any of my pie,” He warned the twins and followed Seb outside.
He didn’t mince his words. “You got something to say to me, Tanner?”
