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But this cut? Yeah, it was going to rip her wide open in the most beautiful way.
Capone sighed. “Yeah, well, I’m sure Hawke will be more than happy to cuddle her until she calms down.”
I snickered. Tears were not Capone’s thing unless they were from orgasms and sex. He did his best to tolerate them, and he never let her see that he hated it when she cried. But he was always more than happy to let someone else handle her when she was crying. And Hawke, as her Daddy, was the best man for that.
I personally thought she was beautiful when she cried, even if she was crying because something was ripping her apart inside. And Hawke did, too. Besides, he loved the cuddles he got to give her.
Never thought the whole Daddy kink thing would ever be hot to me, but seeing April with Hawke in their dynamic was both extremely sexy and beautiful at the same time.
I set the package down and shrugged my cut onto my shoulders. Capone slid his hands along my ribcage and tugged me against him before leaning down to claim my lips. I groaned into the kiss, my arms twining around his neck so my fingers could slip into his soft, dark hair.
“April is downstairs making breakfast. I’ll take over cooking, and you can give her our gift,” he told me, his voice a little deeper and gravelly. I could feel his erection against mine, and it took every ounce of my restraint to not coax him into the bed behind me.
“Okay.” I nodded my head and stepped back, reaching down to adjust my cock. Capone smirked, pressed a kiss to my forehead, and silently left my room. I blew out a harsh breath.
Fucking cock tease.
April was frowning at Capone and saying something quietly to him when I walked downstairs. He just pressed a quick kiss to her lips to shut her up and nudged her out of the way so he could take over cutting vegetables. She huffed, but then she saw me and beamed. Capone smirked behind her back.
She was so easily distracted sometimes.
“Sleep well?” she asked, making her way to me, Capone’s overbearing ass forgotten. He silently chuckled as she walked away. “I heard the run went great.” She cupped my face in her hands and leaned up on her tiptoes to softly kiss me. I sighed, using my free hand to tug her closer to me. Fuck, her kisses were the best. “I’m proud of you.”
I smiled at her, the words of praise meaning more from her than she would ever know. Then, I held out the small package to her. Her eyes widened in surprise, and her cheeks colored a pretty pink as she tentatively reached out and took the package from me. The guys moved a little closer, wanting to see her reaction. Capone continued chopping vegetables, watching her from afar.
“What’s this?” she asked softly, looking up at me and away from the small, cardboard box.
“A gift.” I cleared my throat and waved my hand around. “From all of us.”
She licked her lips before slowly ripping open the package. Her lips trembled when she saw the leather nestled inside, and gingerly, she took it out, dropping the box to the floor. When sheunfolded it to read the back, she sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
I could see the front from where I was standing. She had an old lady patch, the patch for our club, and then smaller patches for our names.
“Here,” I rasped, stepping forward. I gently took it from her and helped her put it on. It fit perfectly, and she looked hot as fuck in it in just a pair of tiny ass shorts and a crop top.
“I can’t believe you guys did this,” she blubbered, staring down at it and fingering the leather.
Hawke stepped forward and drew her into his arms. “You’re ours, doll,” he told her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “And now, every time you step outside of these clubhouse gates, the world will know, too. Because you’ll be wearing that cut.”
She clung to him as she cried her pretty heart out. Then, Hawke released her and cupped her face in his hands, pressing a kiss to the tip of her red nose. “We love you, doll. We love you so fucking much. I don’t think you realize you have a small army of men who would die for you. Who love you so fucking much, that I’m not sure any of us could ever live without you.”
“I love all of you, too,” she croaked. And fuck, we knew she did. Just as we knew the capacity of her love could not be contained to three simple words.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and then I tugged her into my arms. Kissing her cheeks, I tasted the saltiness of her tears. “Do you know how beautiful you are when you cry?” I roughly asked her.
She giggled and sniffled, shaking her head. Smokey stepped forward and gently swiped some of her tears away. The others were keeping a wide birth. It was a bit amusing. They were so bad when it came to her tears. Tank was alright, but if he didn’t have to deal with it, he was happy to allow someone else to.
“You’re always beautiful, but when you’re this happy that you cry,” Smokey quietly told her, “you’re almost too fucking stunning to look at.”
She hugged him next, her tears slowing, and finally, everyone else stepped forward, Tank crushing all of us once he got his arms around us. And when Capone joined in, I almost couldn’t breathe.
“Suffocating,” Brewer choked out from beneath Tank’s broad chest.
I snickered and then choked when Tank and Capone squeezed harder. But the lack of oxygen was worth hearing our woman laugh in the middle of all of us.
