Page 22 of Lore (Serpents of Chaos MC #3)

ATIANA

“You know this is a new bed, right?” Lore states, walking out of the bathroom with a towel tied around his waist. I put down the baby monitor, seeing that the kids are still fast asleep, and check out my man.

I lose focus, watching a droplet of water run down his abs. “No one has been in it except you.”

“I know,” I admit, smirking. “I saw it being delivered the day after I arrived here.”

He rakes his hand through his hair, looking a little sheepish. “I didn’t want you to think?—”

“That you were fucking me in a bed that you’ve fucked God knows how many other women in?” I interrupt in a dry tone, sitting up on the bed on my knees. I pull off his T-shirt that I wore to bed and sit there naked.

Violet eyes heat, landing on my breasts as he drops his towel to the floor.

He slowly stalks over and kisses me, trailing his hand up my neck, holding my nape.

He lifts me and sits back down so I’m straddling him, and then lies back, pulling me up so my thighs are around his neck.

“Going to eat this sweet cunt for breakfast. Sit on my face, Butterfly. Give me what I need.”

I lower myself onto him, and he grips my hips, his tongue sweeping over me.

He moans at my taste, humming in between licks, and it doesn’t take long until he has me exploding.

After that, he carries me into the shower, turns the faucet on, and fucks me against the tiles until we both come.

“Good morning.” He grins, kissing me slowly. Sweetly.

“Good morning.” I smile back.

I could get used to this life.

Lu and I make breakfast for everyone, and Ora returns from the hospital with little Zade in her arms. War is so proud and overprotective, scowling when anyone holds Zade for longer than a few minutes.

“He’s so cute,” I tell her when I manage to get him in my arms, smiling when Rider comes over and holds Zade’s hand.

“He’s so tiny,” Rider comments. “I don’t remember Dove being this small.”

“You were both this little once,” I tell him, kissing his cheek.

I told him we’d be enrolling him in a new school when our vacation is over, and he seemed happy that we were staying here.

I’d worried about too much change for him, but he’s adapted so well.

I know a lot of that has to do with Lore and how the MC has accepted both kids into the family.

He runs off to play outside, Ora watching him go.

“He’s such a good kid,” she comments, looking down at her son in my arms. “I’m coming to you for parenting advice.”

“I think I just got lucky,” I admit, but she shakes her head.

“Dove is an angel too. It’s not luck, you’re just a good mom.”

“You know that’s my favorite compliment to hear.” I grin.

Lore walks in with Dove on his shoulders, the two of them attached at the hip. When he puts her down, she runs over to me and cuddles up next to me. “Baby.”

“Yes, isn’t he adorable?”

Dove runs off to ask the twins something, taking each of their hands in hers. The contrast of this little dark-haired girl standing between two big badass bikers in their leather cuts and bandanas makes me smile.

Lore leans against the wall with his arms crossed, watching me with Zade in my arms, and his possessive look is filled with raw male intensity.

“Think you’ll be having another one soon?” Ora smirks, tucking her long, dark hair back behind her ear. She picks up her bottle of water from the table and takes a sip. “You might just get pregnant from that look alone.”

“I think two is enough for now,” I mutter, gently rocking Zade when he starts to stir.

“I still find it hilarious that Lore, who was known for not even dating women with kids, never mind wanting his own, is looking at you like he’d have you barefoot and pregnant for the rest of your life if he could have his way.

” She smirks, shaking her head in amusement. “How the mighty have fallen.”

“Honestly, I can barely believe it myself,” I admit, watching him as he fixes one of Rider’s toys that our son hands him. “I think a lot of it had to do with his childhood. He never even knew who his dad was, and his mom was always choosing men over him.”

“Well, he broke that generational curse,” she says, watching him with a soft look in her blue eyes. “He’s always been there for Lu and me. He’s a good man.”

“He is,” I agree, and as if he can feel my gaze on him, he turns and gives me a wink. Danger comes and sits down on the other side of me, cooing at Zade, and I clear my throat. Living next door to us, he has to have heard things, and I wonder if he regrets moving into that room.

“Danger, how are you?” I ask, making small talk.

“Fine. I’d ask how you are, but it sounds like you’re doing real- fucking -well,” he comments with a grin, making Ora choke on her water.

“I’m sorry,” I blurt out. “It’s not my fault Lore knows what he’s doing. It’s the only perk I get from him being a slut, so let me live my life.”

Danger laughs, and Lore frowns, his eyes narrowing on the two of us. “You can make it up to me by getting me Ana’s phone number.”

Ora leans closer, eyebrows rising. “Who is Ana? What have I missed?”

“She’s Heaven’s little sister. She’s really cool,” I say, leaning back on the couch and studying Danger. “So you don’t want Heaven? Because she’s clearly into you.”

“No, I’m not interested in Heaven like that,” he vows.

“This is huge,” Ora blurts out, pulling out her phone. “I have a baby and miss all the good shit!”

“Don’t message your fucking chat group,” Danger sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I should have spoken to you when Ora wasn’t here.”

“What? Lord forbid I report back to headquarters,” she replies with a straight face.

I try to cover up my laugh with a cough.

“But come on, Danger, you never hook up with anyone. So if you like someone, that’s a big deal,” she adds, typing away on her phone.

“I’ll ask her if I can give you her number,” I say, and he grins, flashing those dimples that are definitely going to work in his favor.

“Thank you, Atiana.”

“You’re welcome, Danger. But keep in mind that if she knows her sister likes you, girl code is going to stop her from having anything more than friendship with you.”

He frowns and runs a hand through his curly brown hair. “But I haven’t touched Heaven.”

Ora tries to keep a straight face at that, but her twitching lips show the restraint she’s trying to use.

Lore comes over and stands in front of us, nudging Danger’s boot until he takes the hint and moves away from me. “Danger is not that fucking funny, so what’s going on?”

War comes back inside, his gaze going straight to his old lady and son. He holds out his arms, wanting Zade back. “I know you told me I have to share, baby, but I’m done. Let’s go.”

Lore bursts out laughing, his broad shoulders shaking. “Where the fuck are you going to go? You live here.”

War sends Lore a look that would terrify a lesser man and kisses the top of his son’s head. When he looks back at Ora, his dark eyes soften. “Do you want to stay out here longer? I can put him down for his nap.”

Ora glances at the time on her phone. “Yeah, I’ll be up soon.”

He leans down and gives her a quick kiss before disappearing with his newborn.

“Possessive bastard,” Lore mutters, sitting down next to me and kissing the side of my neck.

“As if you can talk,” Ora muses, rolling her eyes. “Didn’t you punch Suit just for holding Dove?”

Lore lifts me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me. “That bastard was trying to take my family. That’s different.”

Ora arches her brow. “Really? Because Dove is hugging Bones right now. Maybe she’ll think he’s her da?—”

Ora doesn’t even get the full word out before Lore lifts me off him and gets up, running to Dove.

He drags Rider away from Skull, too, just for good measure, and takes them both to the playground.

Ora turns to me and grins. “I’m going to head up. I’m meant to be napping when Zade is.”

We say goodbye, and I sit back and enjoy a moment of silence. When my phone rings, I pick it up without glancing at the number. “Hello?”

There’s a pause. And then, “Atiana.”

“Trent?” I gasp, my brow furrowing. “How did you get this number?”

“You know I will always find you,” he murmurs. “I want you and my daughter back. Your bikers can keep Rider.”

Asshole.

“If you think you’re going to see Dove with all the shit you’re in…” I snap, losing my temper. “People are after you. You’ve stolen money. You aren’t going to put her in danger.”

“She’s my daughter,” he barks. “And you are my wife. I’ll die before I let either of you go.”

“That can be arranged,” I mutter.

“You think those bikers can protect you? Do you know the connections I have?”

“What? The mafia that’s trying to kill you right now because of the money you stole? Leave us alone, Trent. If you ever loved either of us, you will just leave us the fuck alone .”

“Not happening.”

Lifting my head, I notice Ghost from the corner of my eye. Dressed in all black, his head freshly shaved, he’s leaning back against one of the pool tables, cleaning his nails with a knife. When our eyes meet, he quickly sheaths his blade and comes over to me.

I’m kind of terrified of him, but he’s the only one around.

What? he mouths. Who is it?

“Trent,” I reply, and his gray eyes flicker with anger. He holds his tattooed hand out, and I give him the phone. I can see his knuckles are all busted.

He listens to whatever Trent is saying before he speaks, “This is Ghost. You come for our property, you will die. You hear me? I will kill you myself.” He ends the call and gives the phone back to me.

I don’t really like being called club property, but he’s defending me, and I appreciate that.

“I’ll go get Lore,” he murmurs, after studying me for a moment.

Prez walks into the room, shirtless.

And holy shit.

He’s ripped.

Like, wow.

And the gray sweatpants he’s wearing, let’s just say, they don’t leave much to the imagination.

“Where’s my grandson gone?” he asks, looking around with a frown on his face.

“War got tired of other people holding him,” I manage to get out, trying to keep my eyes on his and not look any lower.

“Stingy bastard,” he mutters, stretching his arms up over his head, his biceps flexing.

Lore comes storming in with Ghost behind him, giving me a once-over to make sure I’m all right. “You okay, Butterfly?” he asks, sitting next to me and taking my hand in his. “What did the son of a bitch say?”

“He wants me and Dove, and he’s not going to give up,” I summarize, and the men all share a look.

“Church in thirty minutes,” Prez calls out, disappearing back upstairs.

Lore grips my face and presses a soft kiss to my mouth. “I don’t know how he found the number, but don’t answer any other calls unless it’s from one of us. And no private numbers.”

“I didn’t even think. I just assumed it would be one of the girls or something,” I admit, sighing and resting my head on his shoulder. “Come on, let’s go play with the kids before you have church.”

This thing with Trent is going to come to a head.

Soon.

And we all need to be ready for it.