saw Lucie had walked into the common room, her trajectory was me, but the lull? That came from my brothers who were gaping at her, muttering about her.
Because this was Lucifer Steeler, she tilted her chin up and ignored the rest. It was almost amusing to note that, in all this time, being away from the clubhouse hadn’t softened her. Not only did she not even blink at the fuck fest that was going down on the pool table—they hadn’t noticed the sudden heavy quiet that had accompanied her arrival—nor did she even blush at the two strippers on the bar beside me. They were dancing for everyone and not just me, but she didn’t even bat an eyelid as she made her approach.
Of course, that didn’t stop her from grunting at the bitches. “Fuck off.”
I caught their eyes and tipped my chin, backing up her order. With a huff, they carefully climbed down. They were naked except for a pair of six-inch heels that I was grateful to God for having come up with the idea, but how they walked in those motherfuckers I didn’t know. I was almost tempted to watch them walk away, but knew Lucie would have my balls in a fist if I made that move.
It surprised me that I wasn’t angry about that. Surprised that I didn’t mind her having my dick in a vise once more. If anything, it felt good. I’d had those sweetbutts too many times to miss random hook-ups, and nearly every clubwhore in the place had gagged on my cock.
In this life, sex was normal, natural. We weren’t prudes. We fucked where, when, and who we wanted…. Until it came to our old ladies.
We didn’t fuck them just anywhere.
If another brother caught even a glimpse of Lucie’s tits or pussy, I’d stick my fucking dagger in his eye.
Lucie broke into my bloodthirsty thoughts by grabbing the Patrón from my hand and taking a swig.
“Your dad got to them,” I told her softly, jerking my chin at the rest of the MC, most of whom had known Lucie from way back. “Things will change now that you’re back for good.”
That prompted another swig. “They’ll hate me until I can prove myself. That’s okay.” She cocked a brow at me. “I’m a big girl, Dagger. I can fight this battle.”
“Just…” I grimaced. “Tell me if they give you too much shit?”
“I can handle myself.”
“Don’t care if you can. You want to be mine, and I’m not about to let you be hurt. Be it with words or any fucker’s fists.”
Her scowl deepened for a second, then out of the blue, it lightened. “I don’t want to be yours. I am yours.”
“Semantics,” I grumbled, but I was amused at her dodge.
“Semantics are important for a reason,” she informed me piously. “Neither of us have a say in whether you’re mine or I’m yours. It’s just how it was always meant to be.”
“Why, Lucifer, have you gotten romantic in your old age?” I teased, dipping down so I could whisper the words in her ear. I was very satisfied when she shivered, then angled her head to let me get access to her throat.
I ignored the move for a second, content to brush my lips over the shell of her ear. Then, I dropped down and licked along the line of her throat. She shuddered, and I reached down, pressed my hand to her thigh, and let my fingers cup her slim leg.
“You tell me, Lucie, or I’ll make you regret it.”
“Regret it how?” she taunted, her eyes flashing wide at my threat.
“You know how I roll,” I retorted.
“I think I’ll survive. You didn’t scare me the first time you did it, why would it scare me now?”
“Because you turned civilian. You’re softer now—”
She snorted. “What makes you think we turned civilian, Dag? We lived on a compound of our own, sure, but we made goddamn ghost guns. You think we didn’t have to protect our patch?”
“You were in danger?” I growled, my hackles rising at the thought.
“No. But we had to prepare for any threat. Shit only changed with Ryan’s diagnosis. We moved to make sure that we were safe again, but the lengths we went to, to prepare ourselves for shit hitting the fan, didn’t die with it.”
I blinked at her, and though it was crazy, whispered, “I could have sworn I heard Ryan’s voice in my head today.”
My words didn’t prompt any snark or trigger a laugh as I’d thought