from Wolfe so I could press my forearms to his shoulders and corner him. “You wanna feel Wolfe’s cock dragging against yours at the same time?”
His nostrils flared. “You know I fuc—”
The knock at the door had me tensing, but I didn’t bother moving. Life in the clubhouse involved walking in on a lot of sex. If you didn’t like it, you could always fuck off.
When the door opened without a pause, I knew it’d either be Axe or Flame.
I hadn’t expected it to be both of them.
They trundled in, deep in argument over something, but when they caught sight of what was happening, their jaws clenched and Flame did something he only ever did when he was about to get laid—stop flicking his lighter.
“What’s going on here then?” Axe crooned, heading over to us. “I think we were about to get cut out of the party.”
My lips curved. “Not my fault you weren’t here for the start of the show.”
“A polite guest doesn’t arrive on time,” Flame chided, but his smirk was devilish as he plunked himself down on the sofa. His cock was already hard, and I could see the tent in his pants as he dragged his legs wide. His tee lay flush to his belly, delineating the corrugated abs I remembered tracing with my tongue.
Axe, in torn jeans stained with grease, proof that he’d been working on his hog, made me melt just as hard. I knew how clever Axe was in the workshop, and I wasn’t totally unlike Dorie because the scent of grease always got to me. Always brought me back to this place, to this world.
They were a smorgasbord for me to feast on, and the best part?
They wanted to feast on me just as badly.
Of course, there was a downside to this situation. I’d only slept with Ryan for a really long time, and even that hadn’t been for a while. When his prognosis had gotten worse, the medication and treatment had amped up to another level. He’d lost his drive for anything. Not just sex but life too. Fuck, he’d even stopped reading and that had about killed me, because he loved reading but ignored all books unless Amaryllis read to him.
As my throat clogged with tears at the memories, I shoved thoughts of my husband away. I missed him like crazy, always would, but I needed these men. Without them, I wouldn’t survive.
See, I was strong. I could survive most things, but losing Ryan? It about killed me. I needed these guys more than they needed me, but I couldn’t tell them that. If they knew, they’d… Shit, I didn’t know what they’d do. Hold it over me? Would they do that? I wasn’t sure.
Wolfe had surprised me this morning. Not just with what he’d told me about my mom and dad, but by how he was relenting.
That had to be a step in the right direction.
“Hey, where’d you go?”
I blinked at Axe’s question, and tilted my head into the hand that was cupping my cheek. “I missed you,” I whispered, and his eyes flared at my words. I wasn’t one for affection, wasn’t a tender person. But when I loved, I loved hard, and I let that person know.
I was an all-in kind of woman, and they’d let me down, badly, but I was willing to forgive them because I had to survive. Without Ryan, I felt like a ship without a rudder. I had no choice but to make it for Amaryllis’s sake, but she needed more than an empty shell of a mom. She deserved for me to be the best I could be, and even though these numbnuts had made a huge mistake, I’d forgive them if they’d just help me reach the old me once more.
I’d never get over Ryan’s death, but they could help me take the steps I needed in the right direction.
“I missed you too,” he replied, and his thumb dragged across my cheek as he stared deeply into my eyes. “You sure you’re ready for this?”
I didn’t hesitate as I replied, “Fuck yeah. I just—”
“What?” Dagger rasped, his hand on my belly, his thumb rubbing Wolfe’s tat.
“I might be sore tomorrow.”
Axe grinned at me. “That’s how we know we did it right.”
I snorted. “Chauvinist.”
“The best kind,” he teased. His eyes were soft, though, as he murmured, “We’ll make this work, baby.”
Wolfe grumbled behind him, but when I cut him a look, he didn’t argue, didn’t exactly look resigned, either.
Axe grabbed my