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"Giant stole my truck," Tate says.
"And he has a giant, mechanical dick strapped into the back of it." Finn scratches his face, trying to hide a smile.
Bender blinks, his brows rising. "Take the baby," he says, passing their son to London. "I've got to see this shit for myself."
"I'm going to kill him," Tate swears, stomping toward the front door of the clubhouse.
"Uh, not if I beat you to it," Cash says, hot on his heels.
"You boys better not get blood on my clean floors!" Gloria calls after them, as unruffled as ever as she rocks Avery. I don't think anything surprises her anymore, not when this group is concerned. She and Rulie have seen—and heard—it all.
Every brother in the clubhouse races out on Cash's heels, shouting over each other.
I glance down at Josie and then over at London.
"A giant, mechanical dick?" she mouths, her eyes wide.
We both crack up. I don't even want to know where Tiny got it from or what he intends to do with it. With him, there's no telling. My husband is a menace, especially when it comes to causing trouble for his MC brothers. He does it just to rile them up.
He loves to say I cause trouble, but really, he's the troublemaker. He's always up to something, and it's usually no good.
"I want to see this thing for myself," London mumbles.
"See what?" Samara asks, popping her head into the room with Scout on her hip. "Do y'all know where Tate went?"
"He's outside." I bite my lip, fighting a laugh. "Apparently my husband borrowed his truck without asking and brought back a giant mechanical P-E-N-I-S."
Now that Scout is a little over two, she's learning to repeat everything we say. We have to be careful. Last month, Tate accidentally taught her to say bitching. She walked around for four days straight mumbling it every time anyone asked her a question. Trying to convince her to stop only made it worse. I thought Samara was going to strangle Tate.
Samara's eyes widen. "He brought a what?"
"You heard her right," London says, wiggling her way up from the couch with a devious grin on her face. "I'm going to see this thing for myself."
Samara nods silently, following behind her.
"I guess we should go rescue your daddy, little one," I say to Josie.
"Go, dear," Gloria says, smiling over at the two of us. "Miss Avery and I are fine right here. That man of yours will be in stealing her away as soon as his brothers are done giving him grief anyway."
She isn't wrong about that. As soon as Cormac gets home from work, he always comes looking for me and the babies. He hates being away from us for any length of time. We hate it too.
I miss him like crazy when he's gone. Not that I'll ever admit just how much. I can't let him know all of my secrets. What's the fun in that? But I do miss him when he's not here. The big bully is the center of my world and I wouldn't have him any other way. I love him, even when he's being bossy and ridiculous and driving me crazy.Especiallywhen he's being bossy and ridiculous and driving me crazy. I spent so long afraid of love because of the things my bio-mom did to my family, but every day with Cormac shows me that I'm nothing like she is. I could never do anything to hurt him or our girls. I'd cut out my own heart first.
The way he loves our baby girls only makes me love him more. I'll never understand how Marion could hate my dad for loving me and Isla. But I've learned to forgive her. It's not my weight to carry anymore. It's hers. My head and my heart belong to my bossy man and the two little babies who make me so happy. There's no room for sadness over the past. Not when the future looks so freaking perfect.
"Thanks, Gloria." I slide off the couch, cradling Josie, and head for the front door.
"Our new client is some OnlyFans model," Cormac says as I step outside. "She had the thing sitting in her living room and asked me if I wanted it."
"And you said yes?" Cash growls.
My husband shrugs. My stomach flutters as I stare at him, heat flowing through me. He's as gorgeous as ever, dressed in a faded pair of jeans and a MC t-shirt with his cut over it. I think he's gotten hotter since we got married.
"I thought the girls might like it," he says.
"My wife isn't riding a giant, mechanical dick, Giant," Tate growls.
"But I want to!" Samara complains.
