name was tatted. The word was burning in the fire I loved, and it was angled down the left side of the triangle of her pubic bone. On the right was the ax my brother was named after—he’d earned that after he’d had to chop off a brother’s hand. One who’d betrayed the MC for some pussy. His name was etched into the blade with some superb shading.
I shook my head. “Fuck, he was good.”
“I know.” Her bottom lip quivered before she caught it between her teeth.
Reaching up, I cupped her chin. “You don’t have to hide your grief.”
“I’m not trying to,” she denied, and I actually believed her. “I just—if I think about him too much, then I just get bogged down and can’t function for the rest of the day.” Her jaw worked as she dipped her chin and, in a low voice, admitted, “Another reason Amaryllis is so protective of me… I didn’t get out of bed for a few days after Ryan died, and I let things get a little out of control.”
I tensed. “We should have been there for you. For both of you.”
“I wish you had been, but Ryan didn’t want that. I wanted to call you so many times—”
“He wanted you to himself. I get that. If there’s ever a time a man is allowed his own way, it’s when he’s dying.” I rubbed my thumb over the crest of her mouth. “You’re ours, baby girl. We’ll take care of you now.”
She swallowed and her eyelids fluttered closed. “I need you to.”
My eyes widened—Lucie never confessed to needing anyone or anything.
“Ryan was my rock. Without him, I’d have—” She sucked in a breath, and that she was choosing to be vulnerable now? It told me two things. She loved us, and she wanted to be back in her safe haven. “I’m strong, but you know, I’ve always had one of you at my back. That’s what stokes my fire. I guess that means I’m not strong at all, and maybe that’s true. Maybe it’s all just a fucking show, but without him? And without knowing if any of you would welcome me back? I was lost.” When her eyes grew watery, she whispered, “Never let that happen again, Flame. Please?”
“Never,” I whispered back, my throat thick as I saw the truth of her emotions. Emotions she usually hid behind a thick shield that might as well have been forged from iron.
Lucie had grown up, but life had hit her. Knocked her down. She was back on her feet, but she needed us. Just as much as we needed her.
Deciding the time for talking was over, I reared up and pressed my lips to hers again. As we kissed, I felt one of my brothers approach. His hands moved between us and he grabbed hold of her tits. From the way she was grinding on me again, I figured she liked what he was doing.
Opening my eyes, I jerked back so I could dot kisses down her jaw, over her throat, and lower to her tits. Axe’s hand moved out the way so I could trail the tip around her nipple, and when she hissed out a breath, I grinned before taking the tip between my teeth and rolling it there. Her fingers slid over my scalp, holding me in place, and I wasn’t about to complain—I was exactly where I wanted to be.
Her back arched when Axe slipped his hand over the curve of her spine, and when her butt stuck out, I wasn’t surprised when he grabbed her ass cheeks, slipped his hands between her thighs, and used his hold on her to spread her legs.
Though she squeaked, she didn’t argue, and within seconds, Axe grunted as she released a high-pitched moan that I felt square in my balls.
As Axe fucked her from behind, I moved between her tits, intermittently sucking and nipping one before gifting the other with some loving.
Lucie grunted and I wasn’t sure why, but the squelchy sound a second later was clue enough. When I peered around her tit, I saw that Wolfe was there with a bottle of lube that I wasn’t even sure I wanted to know where he’d gotten it from. He was pouring it liberally between Lucie’s ass crack and Axe was pretty much salivating at the sight.
“Go get her, tiger,” I joked, laughing when Axe grinned back at me, totally stoked to be on the brink of shoving his cock into Lucie’s ass.