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Delphi should’ve been uncomfortable. It was a private moment, after all. Instead, she was envious of them. Rubble was as badass a biker as she’d ever seen, but he was beyond tender with Jupiter.
Looking around the room, she couldn’t help but notice the bikers with old ladies were all the same beneath their rough-and-tumble façades. Doc worshipped the ground Isa stood on. Kevlar bent over backward to support Nikita’s FBI occupation. And then there was Rubble and Jupiter. Two unlikely souls that were perfect for each other.
She sighed, suddenly craving a stiff drink. The expectant couple’s history was one she couldn’t find fault in. Even though she only heard whisperings about the other couples, Jupiter had told her all about the love that blossomed despite their pasts.Maybe Brewer and I can have that too.
Delphi turned her head away and focused on the rest of the clubhouse.But Brewer and I have a different kind of history.The man circulating in her thoughts met her gaze, and she didn’t dare look away.A murderous one.
“We’re going to the hospital. Want to come, Delphi?”
Breaking Brewer’s gaze, she looked at his sister. “Maybe tomorrow. It’s kind of late.” She yawned, not realizing how tired she truly was after a busy day at the restaurant. “Thanks, though.”
Dolly slung an arm around Yasmina and nodded. “Catch you later.”
Brewer walked over and tugged on her wrist. “You look tired.”
“Don’t you know it’s rude to say that to a lady,” she said around a yawn.
He held out both hands. “Mm-hmm, now, let’s get you to bed.”
She took them and stood. To her surprise, he didn’t drop his hold as he led her down the hallway. A few of his brothers called after them, encouraging them with suggested sexual activities. He simply laughed and shook his head.
“They’re my brothers, what can I say?” he said, opening the bedroom door and dropping her hands. Walking over to the bed, he pulled back the quilt. “Hop in, sweet cheeks.”
For a second, she almost refused merely because she wanted to do more than sleep. But the better half of her brain, the tired part, swayed her against it.
She slipped off her shoes and crawled between the cool sheets. The light overhead flicked off before she had a chance to fluff the pillow. The mattress sank under Brewer’s weight, his warmth spreading to her in a flash.
Pulling her against his chest, he nuzzled his nose against the back of her head. “Sweet dreams.”
Delphi hummed the same, sleep already crowding her mind. She snuggled closer, hugging his arm against her chest. The steady repetition of his breathing lulled her to a dreamless state, Brewer the last thing she thought of before succumbing to darkness yet again.
* * *
“Delphi, wake up.”
“Didn’t we talk about my coffee requirement?” Delphi slowly pried her eyes open and groaned. “It’s too early.”
Brewer hovered above her, a cheeky smile on his face. She couldn’t help that she wasn’t a morning person.
“Nah, it’s almost ten in the morning. You got about six hours of sleep.” He kissed her cheek, his beard tickling her. “That’s enough.”
“You’re the devil,” she mumbled, face-planting into the pillow. The heat from his body combined with the comfortable bed made it almost impossible for her to move.
“That’s normally not what you say about me.” He trailed his lips along her arm. “You’re usually calling out my name in the holiest of ways.”
The familiar desire spread from her toes to her lips the longer he kissed her. “Doesn’t sound like me.”
He tickled the spot behind her knee, getting an immediate reaction. Her eyes flashed open, a laugh bubbling from her belly. Delphi’s entire body jerked, the coverings flying off. Brewer pinned her beneath him, coaxing her lips to match his fervor. Having too much of Brewer was impossible.
Delphi wrapped her right leg around his leg and used his body weight against him, flipping them over. She detached their mouths and lingered above him. His red hair was disheveled, his beard in the same state.
“Hmm, what should I do with you, Brewer Stapleton?”
He gently tugged her hair. “I’m pretty good at naked Twister.”
She shook her head. “I’m the least flexible person in the world.”
“Strip poker?”
