I lifted my hand to his face, ran my fingers over the thick stubble at his jaw, and rested it curled around his neck, palm at his throat, murmuring, “What am I gonna do with you?”
“You missed the obvious blowjob, babe, still asleep. They got distinctive voices, could call it, and by the sounds of it, your brother gives good head. You could share that family talent about now.”
“Bluh,” I moaned, dropping my head and shoving my face in his chest.
“My cock is south of there, baby,” he teased.
“I can’t have sex while my brother is having sex.”
“Why?”
Pounding sounded.
And grunting.
So I didn’t answer a question that had such an obvious answer.
Because . . . gross.
Instead, I declared, “And I’m gonna have a word with him about having sex while they’re staying with you.”
“Why?”
I yanked my face out of his chest. “Rush, it’s rude. Especially being that loud. The neighbors are probably up and listening.”
He slid his hand up my spine and pulled me to him. “Rebel, babe, he was worried sick about you. I think we got him to the point he’s good about you bein’ safe. But he still felt that, and trust me, those feelings do not go away easy. He’s gotta work that emotion out somehow.”
Rush stopped talking.
The rhythmic pounding was getting faster.
“He’s workin’ that out,” Rush finished.
“This is why when we go visit them, we’re staying at a hotel.”
“So you won’t hear it?”
“That, and so they won’t hear us. We should have told them to stay at a hotel tonight.”
“That was never gonna happen and you know it, honey,” he said. “Until he knows he can completely trust me, you’re not out of his sphere.”
That was so true.
“Or Maddox’s,” he went on.
That was so true too.
“And since, until this shit is over and I know you’re safe, you’re not out of mine, this is how it’s gotta be,” he concluded.
And this was also true.
“What biker has a guestroom?” I groused.
“One that regularly has Chaos poker games and got sick of Speck getting loaded and crashing on my couch, making me wake up and find him there, snoring, with his hand down his shorts.”
That would drive me to setting up a guestroom too.
An unmistakable noise sounded along with low, gruff indistinct but distinctly encouraging murmuring, and I shut my eyes tight.
“Well, Diesel just got his emotion out,” Rush muttered with amusement.
I decided not to respond.
Some slow rolling bed pounding and then quiet.
I stayed tense listening to the silence.
“Maddox blew earlier, during the blowjob. So you can relax,” Rush informed me.
“Gah!” I cried, dropping to my back.
Rush chuckled.
I loved he was cool with this.
I really did.
And I loved that he dug it that D and Mad could be free with him, his family, even feeling very free down the hall.
But seriously.
I gave it some time.
Not much.
I was a little sister.
“We could hear you!” I shouted.
“No shit!” Diesel shouted back. “We could hear you!”
Fantastic.
“Do it on the floor next time!” I yelled. “Gagged!”
“Wait ’til we fall asleep next time!” he yelled back.
“You suck!” I hollered.
“Yeah, I do!” D hollered back.
“Ugh!” I bellowed.
Diesel had no retort.
Silence prevailed.
Rush broke it.
“So . . . this talk about sucking?”
I turned to him and shoved hard at his chest.
He fell back, wrapping both arms around me, taking me with him, and doused the noises of his laughter by burying his face in my neck.
When his mirth left him, his arms gave me a squeeze and he said, “You got a good brother and he found himself a good man. I like them.”
And I loved that.
But I settled into his body feeling more.
Because it was then I realized that the careful smile Tabby gave me earlier might not have been about her not knowing if she liked me yet, but her worried if I would like her.
When it meant something, and this meant something, and everyone knew it, it had to be right all around.
I liked Tabby.
And Rush liked Diesel (and Maddox).
So it was right all around.
Not surprising.
But still awesome.
I turned my head, kissed his neck and said there, “You’re a good man, Rush Allen.”
One of his hands slid up, the other slid down, and he murmured, “Thank you, baby.”
I snuggled into him.
“Now about that blowjob,” he carried on.
I stilled.
Then I started giggling.
After that, I slithered down my man’s body and sucked him off.
He fingered me after until I came.
Take that, Maddox and D.
After we were done, Rush tucked us into a spoon and we’d barely gotten