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“You aren’t even going to wait until the orgy starts up?” she asks, trying to shove her hands unsuccessfully down the back of my jeans.
“No way, Princess. I want to give you your presents.” I give her ass a slap to stop her from trying to get into my pants, but it only makes her try harder as she squeals.
Getting her into our new apartment—which is Rocco’s old one and a lot bigger and more homely than the last one—I lock the door and swing her back off my shoulder, planting her feet on the floor before the couch.
“Whoa.” Zoe presses her hand to her forehead and sways as her head spins, and I grin, keeping hold of her hips to steady her as the blood rushes away from her head.
“Doing okay?” I ask, my eyes dancing between hers as she blinks up at me and nods.
“What was it you were saying about my presents?”
Chuckling, I release her hips and point to the plush couch behind her. “Sit.”
She moves so fast, more fucking obedient than usual, eager as fuck to get her birthday gifts.
Her blue gaze is wide with excitement as I move to the cupboard by the door and open it, getting out her present as I remember her last few birthdays and how much she loves surprises more and more as each year passes.
Things over the last couple of years have been more peaceful than I knew how to handle. Our only real threat these days is getting caught by the cops doing our somewhat illegal business activities. There haven’t been any other MCs trying to claim our territory, and in fact, most of the Cali ones have a lot of respect for us for ending Rusty Hunt and the Reapers’ reign.
It took some time to get used to figuring out our new normal, and the money the club has been bringing in has helped us prosper, but also benefited the community.
Instead of going to the hospital every Fourth of July, we go monthly now, Zoe and the Cunts spending extra time in the burn unit.
“Oooh. What is it?” Zoe asks, her eyes glued to the wrapped gift in my hand while she rubs her hands together.
“I’m not telling you, Zo. You just have to open it and see.”
Bouncing her ass on the couch as I get closer, she holds her hands out, desperate to open it already.
“I’m ready.” She beams, but I hold it out of her reach.
“You are very greedy, Mrs. Black.” I snicker at her pout and wait until her hands drop to her lap in defeat before I reach forward and pass it to her. “Hurry up and open it, then.”
She doesn’t hesitate, tearing into the paper like a woman starved and the item wrapped is a meal.
Sitting my ass on the coffee table in front of her, I keep my eyes trained to her face, gauging her expression.
“Oh my...” she trails off, holding up the leather jacket to see it better. “This is beautiful, Gray.”
“Check the inside back panel.” I suggest, and her blue eyes dart up to mine briefly before dropping back to the jacket as she lays it out on her knees to reveal the interior panel that I had put into the lining.
“Oh,” she whispers as her fingers dance over the embossed Cruz Kings’ skull head.
“I know it’s not the same as having your own cut, but at least you can still wear the club skull in secret.”
Blue glassy eyes dart back up to me a moment before she launches herself to wrap her arms around my neck, squeezing me tight.
“Thank you, Gray.” She pulls back. “I love it.”
Her lips claim mine then, and I hold her close as we get lost in the way our tongues dance. My hands wander over her, tugging at her clothes, peeling what I can off as I stand, her leather jacket forgotten.
Lifting her in my arms, she winds her legs around me as I carry her, peeking through my cracked lids as I go so I don’t trip, and the moment we are through the door to our bedroom, I hurry to the foot of the bed and lower her to the mattress.
“You know we’ve already fucked like three times today, right?” She giggles, laying back on the bed as I loom over her.
“I do know.” I agree, grinning at the way she drags her top over her head, tossing it to the side where it disappears out of sight. Probably on the floor. “You enjoyed having my fingers inside you while you woke up this morning.” I remindher, picturing how ravenous she was when she finally roused. “Then there was the parking lot outside the lawyer’s office. Apparently, getting your trust fund signed over to you turns you on.” She beams, nodding, not in the least bit shy about it. “And then there was the hour before your party started that you tied me up and took advantage of me. I have to say, bringing out that fucking whip was uncalled for.”
She snickers, pulling her own shorts and panties off and kicking them over her head. They land in a tangled heap on top of the bedside lamp.
