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Katana stops brushing the dog and frowns at me. “I didn’t like when Nadia came to live with us. I was used to being the only daughter my mom could hug and spend time with.”
“How did you get over that feeling?”
“Sister Sass made me go out with Nadia. I got used to my sister and didn’t feel replaced.”
“So should I spend time with Blunt?”
“Sure. He’s nice. I didn’t know he was Clark’s dad for a long time. But he is, and he likes holding his son. That’s good, right?”
“Yeah. I remember Papa Bear holding you all the time.”
When Katana offers me a bright smile, I find myself imagining having a girl. I figure since I want a boy so much, I’ll get a girl instead. That’s why I’m preparing myself for that inevitability.
Over the last few days, I’ve started studying Talon’s nieces and Katana. I can’t really wrap my head around skirts and dolls. But I know a daughter would give me the same feeling in my heart as Lando did. Because I didn’t love him for being a little boy. It was all the goofy kid stuff. And his smile when I made him happy. Or how he came to me to help him with little things, like the time his socks were on upside down. All kids—both boys and girls—act that way. I’m sure I’ll find a way to handle a daughter.
Just like I can handle not being Road Captain. After Lady Bug returns to the house and I head over to HQ, I see a group of the younger guys palling around at a table. I consider sitting with them, getting to know their stories, and taking on the role of Road Captain.
Or I can go sit with the founders and feel like myself. I’ve been avoiding them a lot. My focus has remained on Talon, but she ditched me today. I don’t even see her hanging around her girlfriends or father.
Grabbing three chili dogs, I settle my ass at a table with the founders. They stop talking, eyeball me for a full fucking minute, and then speak again. I listen in while they discuss everything from kids to motorcycles before shifting to how the new old ladies are forming their own clique.
Eventually, the conversation turns to the past. Their reminiscing gets me chuckling. But also has me feeling like an old man as I spot Talon enter HQ. She wasn’t even born during some of these stories.
When her gaze finds me, Talon offers a sexy smile that reminds me how she’s all grown up now. Gesturing for me to join her at the door, she seems nervous. I consider leaving her to stew after she ditched me earlier. Of course, the one who’d suffer the most with that plan is me.
“Where were you?” I grumble as I walk over to her at HQ’s front door.
“I got you a surprise.”
“I don’t want flowers.”
“No, not flowers, but it is landscaping related.” Frowning, I let her tug me downward so she can whisper in my ear, “I got all smooth in the bang-hole territory.”
“Smooth?” I ask, thinking she’s speaking in code.
Talon tilts her head so we’re eye to eye as she whispers, “I waxed my pussy.”
“To help with that itchy crotch problem you have?” I taunt, assuming she’s fucking with me.
Talon snickers before her gaze goes horny and inviting. “I’m really tender down there now. I bet if you were super careful, we could have a little oral fun.”
I stare into her dark eyes and realize her pussy really is waxed. That’s probably why she’s standing a little awkward.
“This is the best gift anyone’s ever gotten me,” I say and lift her up on my shoulder.
Walking out, I hear chuckles at our behavior. I’m sure Talon and I make a curious sight. She’s a club kid all grown up. And I’m, well, I’m that asshole most of them thought would be dead long before forty. Now, we’re acting goofy.
Despite my romantic intentions, I learn really quick how Talon hates being carried. She makes threats, falls limp, and claims she will not share her waxed beaver with me.
“I worried you wouldn’t walk fast enough to my townhouse,” I explain when she stops bitching.
“You’re going to throw out your back and be no fun in bed.”
“Don’t over promise, Talon,” I say and smack her ass resting next to my head. “You’re just giving me a taste. No full penetration, right?”
“Damn straight,” she grumbles, sounding full of lady wrath, yet I bet she’s grinning at how trained I’ve become about boundaries.
Once we’re in my place, I rest her near the couch. Talon quickly pops the button on her jeans.
