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I know he is messing with me; he would never demean a woman on purpose. Inching closer he dips his head, bringing his lips close to my ear.
“But what a sexy decoration you are, my love.”
A wave of unadulterated lust washes over me, making my nipples pebble, my pussy flutter, and my heart stutter in my chest.
“Will you watch him?” He looks at me with dark eyes, showing his arousal, but now is not the time or place.
Nodding, I swallow. “Yeah.” My reply comes out breathy.
The smile he gives me would make me drop to my knees and worship him in any way he wanted. Leaning in, he kisses me hard and deep, his tongue lapping at my own, before he steps back.
Kissing Kane on the head, he steps away.
“My mom knows where his things are, she will be here if you need anything.”
“Okay. Go.” With a nod he walks away, my gaze dropping to how nice his ass looks in his jeans.
“Kady, come sit,” Della calls to me.
Turning to face the women, I walk over and lower myself onto the corner of the sofa, keeping Kane tightly to my chest. My sister smiles at me from her seat across from me; I feel the pride she has for me for stepping up.
“Alright, let’s cut through all the bullshit, shall we?” Risky says.
“No, Mom. Let them figure their own lives out,” Perri speaks up.
She is a mini Risky with her dirty blonde wavy hair but with the heart and soul of Opal. Perri is sweet and soft spoken until you hurt her then she will mess you up from what I have seen. She reminds me of that chick, Josephine Langford.
Risky pokes her tongue out at her youngest child.
“I know this is not what you signed up for, Kady, so I need to know if you are okay?” Della asks me.
Turning to look at Calder’s mom, I smile seeing how much of her is in her son. He has her eyes, her nose.
“I am okay. Adjusting.”
“It is okay to tell us if you are pissing in your panties,” Risky adds, grinning at me.
“Jesus, Mom.”
“What?” Risky feigns innocence at her daughter.
“Fucking nut, I tell you.” Luna points to her aunt, who flips her off.
I freaking love the dynamic of the women of the club. They joke, banter, make fun of each other, but it is all in good nature. Then when the time comes, they are like a fucking pride of fierce lionesses protecting their loved ones.
“I am not pissing in my panties; maybe you are in your old age, woman,” I throw back at Risky.
“Little shit. I will make you wipe my ass when the time comes,” is her reply.
“Not my job, lady. That job falls on your kids.”
“LADY! Who the fuck are you calling a lady?”
“Oh, here we go,” Jodie shakes her head.
“I am not a lady, fuck you very much. I am Queen-motherfucking-Bee.” She puffs out her chest, making her breasts press harder against the material of her camisole.
“I am sorry, my Queen.” I bow my head, making everyone laugh.
