Page 26 of Beautifully Shattered (Secrets & Scars #3)

I have a constant fucking hard-on. I can’t even look at Abbey now without picturing the way her face looks when I suck on her ripe pink nipples.

Fuuuck. It’s become a thing. A thing we both didn’t know we needed. Every time I do it, she tries to suggest it’s a bad idea, but she doesn’t have it in her to fight me off once I have my tongue on her nipple.

It’s so fucking hot, drawing on her and feeling her warm milk spill into my mouth, so fucking sweet. She hasn’t needed to express since the night of the funerals last week, because she’s got me to take care of it.

“Did you know she probably feels a little pain when you do that?” JD asks quietly next to me as we sit on the deck watching Jols and Abbey stroll along the shore of the lake .

Well, I’m watching them. He’s busy searching up lactation kink on his phone.

“Yeah, she told me.” I pause to take a swig of my water. “Apparently, when new mothers breastfeed, it causes contractions in the uterus, which help it shrink back to its normal size, or some shit like that.”

“That’s fucking wild.” JD glances up from his phone. “The fact a woman’s body can do all of that… fuck, it blows my mind.”

“My wife blows my mind.”

JD chuckles at my remark.

“What does it taste like?” he asks, not able to help himself, and I grin at my best mate.

“It’s sweet. That’s all you need to fucking know.”

“Fuuuck,” he sighs, flopping back in the deck chair. “Now I’m hard.”

“Stop thinking about my wife’s tits!” I snap, and he smirks, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Wasn’t thinking about her tits, man. Was thinking about my woman.”

My brows shoot up. “She’s your woman now? When are you gonna tell Smitty?”

“Fucking never!”

I laugh at his mortified expression until it morphs into a frown, and he leans forward in the chair, his eyes tracking our women.

“What’s up with your wife?”

I follow his gaze to see her standing beside Jols, her head bowed and eyes on the ground as Jols chatters away to Vender, who’s been patrolling the shore.

“You notice that too, huh?” I mutter with a sigh.

“Yeah, man. She doesn’ t do that with me, but she does it with the other men. Do you reckon she’s scared of them or something?”

I shake my head. “Nope, not scared of them. I think it’s more that she’s scared of getting to know them and then something happening to them. Like with Mule.”

“Fuck. Yeah, I didn’t think of that.”

We both fall silent as Vender walks away, and Abbey’s chin lifts and she falls back into chatting with Jols like she hadn’t just crossed paths with my club brother.

“She’s too much of a sweet kid to be suffering through this kind of hell.”

“Do me a favour?” I growl at my mate. “Don’t call her a kid. Nothing about what I do with her indicates that she’s a fucking kid.”

“Okay, okay.” JD smirks, standing from his chair. “You’re a grumpy fucker today.”

With a huff, I rake my hand over my face, feeling every one of my thirty-three years.

“It’s the funeral plans for Bobbi. It’s dragging up a lot of shit.”

JD glances down at me and claps me on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, man. Is there anything I can do?”

Standing, I shake my head, my eyes glued to my wife as she chats to Jols, wondering what the fuck those two talk about while we’re not listening.

“Everything’s sorted. Ace helped with the casket once she picked what she wanted, and he’s arranged for Bobbi’s body to be taken to Ma’s on Wednesday morning.”

“Fuck. This is so fucked, man. I’m sorry. ”

I nod, because what the fuck else am I meant to do? This is fucked. It should never have happened.

“You know what you need?” JD wags his brows. “What she needs?”

I raise a single brow in question, waiting for him to say something dirty, but then he surprises me.

“You both need to get drunk. And she needs her friends.” He points across the water. “Doesn’t one of them live over there?”

I nod, looking at the houses seeming so small scattered along the shore across the other side.

“The ex-teacher lives over there. Tyler. I’m not sure who lives with him.”

“Fuck, who cares. Let’s give him a call. See if he can get Abbey’s friends over here. It’d be a good distraction for everyone.”

“A distraction would be good for her,” I mutter, and before I can say another word, he’s snatching my phone out of my pocket and making a call.

I don’t bother telling Abbey what’s happening. Instead, I sit back and enjoy the look of surprise on her face two hours later when a small boat pulls up to the jetty near our safe house, and her friends, Lexi, Rhys, Ayden and Tyler, step off.

I grin at the girls’ squeals as they throw themselves into each other’s arms, and then Abbey’s big bright eyes find me.

Right then, I know letting JD arrange this was a good idea.

Sure she has me, but she also needs her friends, and not just Jols. But her old friends. The ones who knew her before I did.

“Hey man,” Ayden greets me as he climbs the steps of the back deck. “Glad JD called. Lexi’s been worried but didn’t want to make things worse if someone followed her to see Abbey. Going to Tyler’s first was a good call.”

“The Marx crew has this entire area locked down.” JD grins, pulling a few beers from the cooler before tossing one to Ayden and Tyler.

“I’ve noticed,” Tyler grumbles, and I can’t help but grin. This grumpy fucker reminds me of myself.

“Okay, I gotta ask…” JD starts, and I sigh, offering Tyler an apologetic look, because I already know exactly what he’s going to ask.

“You really share your girl with four other blokes?”

“Yep.” He shrugs, taking a swig of his beer. “Wasn’t exactly how I imagined myself settling down, but then again, I never imagined she’d want me. The heart wants what the heart wants, I guess.”

Ayden chuckles, and JD gapes like he’s in awe.

“How the fuck does that work? Do you each have designated nights with her or…”

“Someone like Kitten doesn’t do well with routine. She needs spontaneity.”

“Kitten?” JD asks, and Tyler sighs.

“Shit, yeah, sorry. Rhys. She’s only Kitten to me and Bossi.”

“So you and Bossi like to share her… at the same time?”

“JD.” I growl in warning, but he waves me off like I don’t fucking matter.

“I’m curious. That’s all.”

“It’s okay.” Tyler lowers to one of the deck chairs as the rest of us do the same. “Most people have questions.”

JD shifts forward on his chair like he’s about to jump out of his fucking skin in anticipation .

“We were members of a sex club.” Tyler watches Rhys as he speaks. “Her name at the club was Kitten, so it stuck with me and Bossi. The others have their own pet names for her.”

“Fuck, was that the sex club at Vixen’s Lodge?” JD asks, but I already know it is, so when Tyler nods, I’m not surprised.

“Let’s move on, hey.” I cut in, and JD sighs like he’s just been told Christmas has been cancelled.

The women join us on the deck then, and we spend the next few hours drinking, chatting and laughing, the rest of my team eventually joining us.

After one drink, Abbey is relaxed enough to look at my club brothers. After two, she starts laughing with them. And after three, she, Lexi and Rhys are a blur of energy, huddling together, gossiping and in fits of laughter like they haven’t had such dark experiences between them.

Jols stays back on the sidelines of their friendship, giving them space to catch up, and I chat with Ayden and Tyler, all while keeping one eye on my wife, enjoying my first time watching her get drunk.

When the sun is almost down, Murf and Stocky disappear into the kitchen to whip up dinner, and Abbey ends up on my lap, letting me feed her as she flashes me fuck-me eyes that I try fucking hard to ignore.

“You’re cute when you’re drunk.” I smirk at her, and her playful smile widens.

“I’m not drunk. You are.”

Chuckling, I draw her closer, burying my nose in her hair.

“I’ve only had a couple of drinks, Angel. You know I’m not a big drinker.”

“I’ve only had a couple, too,” she insists, and I laugh.

“Last count you’d had five. One more and I’ll have to put you to bed.”

“You can put me to bed now.” She flutters her lashes at me. “You can do whatever you want with me in bed.”

“What are we doing in bed?” Rhys pops up right beside us, and a squeak flies from Abbey’s lips.

“There is no we in this scenario,” I point out, jerking my head towards Tyler. “You’ve got enough to keep you busy.”

Rhys grins mischievously, her teeth looking stark behind her black-painted lips.

“So you’ve been talking about my bedroom shenanigans.” She wags her brows. “What was covered? Double penetration? Triple? A bit of spit roasting? Oh wait.” She holds up a finger like she just thought of something brilliant. “Was it all of the above with some tit fucking thrown in?”

“Jesus Christ, Kitten. Stop giving everyone visuals,” Tyler groans from next to me before landing a sharp slap on her arse.

“Sorry, Daddy ,” Rhys purrs, sticking her arse out towards him and giving it a little wiggle.

“Behave, or I’ll push you to six hours.”

Rhys gasps, straightening up as she glares at Tyler. “You wouldn’t.”

“I fucking would, and you know it.”

Her eyes turn into slits, but then Abbey’s voice cuts through the tension.

“Push what to six hours?”

When Rhys faces Abbey, her mischievous grin returns. “He’s talking about edging me for six hours. Last week, we got to five hours and forty minutes before I snapped.”

“Snapped? Edging?” Abbey frowns. “I’m confused. ”

“Nawww, you’re so innocent,” Rhys pouts, and Lexi giggles from my other side on Ayden’s lap.

“Rhys, everyone is innocent compared to you,” Lexi teases.

“True,” Rhys agrees without hesitation, but then launches into a detailed explanation for Abbey, telling her what edging is and how Tyler likes to push her until she stops being a brat and falls apart.

“Why would you do that to her, Mr Foster?” Abbey blurts, her face twisting into an adorably angry frown. Nothing like the version of her that killed Wendy last week.