“Rush and/or Tabby might be here any minute.”
“I didn’t tell you to go down on me.”
My eyes narrowed and I couldn’t see it but even I knew it was ominously.
“Tack!”
“Kiss me, Red.”
“Tack!”
“Fuck it,” he muttered, shifted, leaned into me, hooked me at the back of my head and then he kissed me.
I was sitting in my chair, tingling from top-to-toe and Tack was moving into the house with both of our mugs to refill as Rush slid by him to come out, muttering, “She’s gettin’ up.”
So Tack got his kiss before Rush came back.
And I got to sit in the Colorado sunshine knowing without a doubt I had my hands straight up in the air, tucked so secure, I was safe to enjoy the ride.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
One of Us
It was Sunday afternoon and I was pressed close to Tack on his bike because we were heading down into Denver. Sheila had got a wild hair and decided to throw a barbeque so she made enough potato salad for the entirety of Chaos and bossed Dog into manning the huge barrel grill outside the Compound.
So we were heading down to get our bratwurst and commune with the brethren on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
The sun was shining, the wind was in my hair, I was pressed close to my man, heading toward a grilled brat and life was sweet.
And as we rode, my mind was running over the day before and my lips were smiling.
Not long after Tack left the deck, Rush returned to it, I came to terms with the fact that I was a roller coaster type of girl and was reflecting on the fact that not only was Tack’s house awesome, there was no lawn to mow, it occurred to me that Tack was taking a long time refilling my coffee.
So I’d turned my head, looked over the back of my chair and into the kitchen.
And what I saw cemented in my mind that I’d made the right choice over tequila six weeks before.
Because I saw Tack and Tabby in the kitchen. Tack had his ass against the kitchen counter, his body facing the deck and his girl in his arm. She had both arms around her Dad, leaning in, her cheek to his chest. His arm was high, his strong hand curled around one of her shoulders and his lips were to the top of her hair. He kept them there as I watched and I knew he was talking to her. I couldn’t see all of his face but I guessed he was doing it gentle-like. And I figured it was a good guess because Tabby’s eyes were closed and her face was soft.
I turned away, giving them their moment.
“Jealous,” Rush muttered and I looked from the view to him.
“Pardon, honey?” I muttered back and he looked at me.
“Mom. Jealous of Tabby.”
I said nothing but held his eyes, a non-verbal cue that if he wanted to talk, I was listening.
He wanted to talk.
“Don’t know, but it’s never been good. Thought on it, it’s been so bad. I always thought it was because she don’t get along with her Mom because Gram is awesome with us but she’s even now a bitch to Mom so Mom don’t know any better. But I don’t think that’s it. I think she made bad decisions in her life and Tabby’s got her whole one ahead of her. Mom can’t go back. Tabby’s got time and that’s what Mom wants.”
I nodded because this made sense.
Rush kept talking.
“She’s my sister but it ain’t lost on me she’s also hot so good-lookin’ and young, double threat for Mom.”