sleepy milk-drunk Ruby peeking out of the blanket.
“I can’t really tell right now, but from what I saw earlier, they looked nice. Perfect size for motorboating. Do they feel different to touch now you’re breastfeeding?”
“A little heavier, for sure. You can feel them later and let me know what you think. Yours are nice too. I bet your brothers hated it when they grew in?”
“Girl, you have no idea.”
“You’d be surprised, mine were a nightmare. We all grew up in the middle of nowhere bumfuck Tennessee. The dating pool wasn’t exactly swimming with many prize catches, to begin with, but Oz and Zig scared off everyone within a fifty-mile radius. Even when they left home, I was still deemed as untouchable. As soon as I turned eighteen, I flew the nest and moved clear across the country. I felt like a kid in a candy store when I got here, well, if the candy was dicks, that is.”
I laugh at that, knowing the feeling.
“I get that, even now my brothers still see me as a little girl in my school uniform with pigtails. Maybe I should dress up in my slutty schoolgirl Halloween costume and scar them for life,” I muse.
“Ooh, yes, do it, but please let me be there to see their faces,” She laughs. “I know they love me, but being out from under their shadows really was the best thing I did, and it will be for you too. I mean, what kind of trouble could we possibly find ourselves in?”
“Really, if you think about it, they made everything so much worse than it could have been,” I point out.
“Yup, that’s exactly what I’ve been saying all along. Put a girl on a diet, and all she’ll crave is sugar.” She winks.
“Stands to reason a dick diet will make us cock hungry bitches. Yep, totally their fault that instead of a nice guy with a nine to five job and a pretty little house with a white picket fence, we’d go for bad boys with big egos and even bigger dicks. And not just one, but three.” I pause for a minute, my eyes widening. “We’ve become dick hoarders,” I whisper.
“Oh my god, that would be an awesome reality tv show!” Luna exclaims excitedly
A cough draws my attention to the rest of the table where every male is watching us both with varying shades of lust and amusement.
“I can keep an eye on the ladies, it’s no problem,” an amused voice says from behind us.
I turn and look up into the pretty eyes of another biker I haven’t met yet, with a scar on his neck.
“Fuck off, Lucky. Stay the hell away from my woman,” Bates growls at him, but Lucky just winks at me before walking away.
“Come on, let’s get out of here before you two start a riot,” Saint says with an exasperated sigh, pulling me to my feet.
“Fine, but you need to say sorry to Luna first for making shitty assumptions.”
They look at me like I’ve grown a second head.
“You can look at me like that all you want, but no sorry means no nookie,” I cross my arms over my chest and tap my foot.
“I am totally crushing on you right now,” Luna tells me with a sigh.
Nobody else says anything, so I walk away, heading toward the bikes, knowing they won’t be far behind me.
“When you’ve pulled your heads out of your asses, I’ll be waiting outside.”
I pass Diesel, who is staring at me with his mouth open.
“Take a picture, it will last longer,” I tease, before pulling the main door open.
“Wait, is that an option?” he yells, making me laugh as I head out into the warm evening air.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Bates
I sit in the back of the room, giving Reign a semblance of privacy as she chats away to her unconscious brother. Priest and Saint are outside dealing with the rest of the Foster clan, which leaves me to stew on the mess I have waiting for me back home.
It’s not that I don’t want to be a father, far from it. If I thought Orion, Gage, and Halo wouldn’t strangle me with my own intestine, I’d steal Ruby and take her back to Vegas with us. But the thought of having a baby with anyone but Reign makes me feel sick.
“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you, or do I have to guess?” Reign asks into the quiet room, making me sigh. She’s too damn observant.