Colson (The Henchmen MC #20) - Jessica Gadziala Page 0,41

met. How Jacob would react to me being in his life as something more than a neighbor who thwarted his efforts to fuck his life up.

Eventually, though, exhaustion claimed me as deeply as it had claimed Eva.

I woke up to fingers tracing over my chest, down my arm.

I was barely awake, but I could feel my cock getting hard as her fingers moved back to my chest, then down my stomach.

"Eva," I grumbled, my hand grabbing her at the wrist, dragging it back up to the center of my chest.

"You sleep like the dead," she declared. "I actually flicked your nose and you just grumbled something about a feather duster?" she said, pressing up to look down at me, her brows drawn together. "I am going to need an explanation for that one."

"My aunt," I said, snorting. Christ, I had forgotten all about that shit. Or so I thought. "She took us in when we were kids. Not," I clarified, "out of the goodness of her heart. I think she did it more as virtue signaling, really. She wanted everyone else to think she was so good for taking in her screw-up sister's kids after she couldn't take care of us anymore. She was, ah, she was a hard woman. And I don't like saying that. But you can be strong without being hard, if you know what I mean. This club has a ton of strong women, but there's some softness there too, even if they struggle to show it at times. It's there. My aunt? She didn't have that shit. I didn't think she was equipped to care for a cat, let alone three children."

"I'm sorry about your mom," Eva said, eyes sad. "And that your aunt was so miserable. But we haven't gotten to the feather duster part," she told me. "I'm not letting you get away with not telling me.

"My aunt decided when we were in the picture that she wasn't going to lift a finger anymore. That it was our job to clean the house. To earn our keep, I guess. Saturday mornings were our cleaning day. Thad, my brother, was always the first one up. I think he did it on purpose. Got up first, dealt with the wrath of our aunt for us before she left the house. Thad has always been better about letting things slide off his back like that. He's gay," I told her, "and he's always been out. So I think he was used to getting shit from people, even at a young age. Anyway, he would deal with her, then he would come up and wake up me and Freddie. With a fucking feather duster over the nose. Shit," I said, shaking my head. "I practically forgot about that," I told her, smiling a bit.

It hadn't been an easy upbringing for us, but having one another made it tolerable. Even, at times, enjoyable.

Like on those Saturday mornings when we were sure our aunt wasn't going to come back, so we cranked up music she wouldn't have approved of—which was practically anything other than Christian music—and danced around the house, shouting the lyrics as we did our chores.

"Alright. So what I am hearing here is," Eva said, pursing her lips, that you actually know how to clean. I was starting to think your gender as a whole are just incapable of understanding the concept. Do you know how many times I have shown Jacob where his shoes go, but they always somehow end up in the middle of the floor for me to trip over? Speaking of him, I should probably go see if he's up yet."

I didn't want to let her go.

But I knew if we stayed in that bed much longer, I would forget all about wanting to take it slow with her, roll her under me, drive her up, then bury myself inside her.

So, I released her hand, and let my arm drop from her waist.

She planted her thigh on the other side of my body, straddling me. A small gasp escaped her when my hard cock glided against her pussy, her thighs tightening at my sides.

"Another time, babe," I assured her when I saw the mix of emotions crossing her face. The desire and the uncertainty and the regret.

"Yeah," she agreed, giving me a small smile as she got off of me and the bed, straightening her clothes, fluffing her hair a bit, then making her way toward the door, peeking out. "They're not going