Page 20 of More than Enough

“Love me.”

She kissed him back, hands slipping up along his sides until she clutched at his shoulders, pulling him down. His growing erection pressed against her hip, hot and hard. In a synchronized movement, he shifted on top of her as her legs spread, and Nate slotted between her thighs, pressing tight.

“I already do.”

Sixteen

Blade

“Lucked out, brother.” Blade smiled at Monk’s words, eyes fixed across the yard filled with people and on his woman. Jenn sat at a picnic table with another member’s daughter, their heads thrown back with laughter.

“I know it. Don’t I just know it.”

He couldn’t tear his gaze from her. She’d slotted him into her life so easily, effortlessly. Already knew a bunch of his brothers from the diner, so hadn’t exhibited any nervousness about coming to the pig roast today. She’d cooked yesterday, making a homemade potato salad he could attest was delicious, and hadn’t hesitated loading the food into the car a prospect drove this morning, her house—theirhouse—one of many on the man’s route.

That tug he’d felt the first time he’d seen her had only grown, pulling him in until she was his world and he circled her, making sure she was safe and happy. The incident with the ex-prospects was weeks in the past, and he’d had dozens of nights sleeping by her side and waking up with her. She didn’t grouse about the club, didn’t begrudge him time to spend with his brothers, but also didn’t hesitate to give him shit about other things, so he knew she wasn’t just holding back.

Perfect.

“How’s Amanda?”

He didn’t miss the tiny smile Monk ducked his head to hide. After the last anniversary of Amanda’s husband’s death, apparently she and Monk had become friends on social media and were now constantly chatting. After a couple of years of seeing her from a distance, Monk was finally getting a chance to view things close-up, and he didn’t seem to be put off by what she was showing him.

“She’s good. I’m leavin’ a little early today. She wants to go for a ride after she gets off work.” Blade studied his friend, seeing only positive differences in him. Shoulders back, Monk seemed to stand taller, head held higher, and Blade liked seeing it.

“I approve, you know. Just in case you were wondering.” He sensed Monk moving but didn’t glance at him, fixing his attention back on Jenn.

“Wasn’t asking your approval.” Blade didn’t respond, waiting, and Monk eventually gave it. “But I appreciate the gesture, brother.”

“Anytime.”

Jenn reached up and flipped the tail of her long, dark braid over her shoulder, worked her fingers through the tangled end as she listened to the chatter of a growing gaggle of women. Her friend Rose had arrived not long ago and was seated next to Jenn, but that woman’s attention wasn’t on the women around her. Blade followed her gaze and saw Wolf off to the side, talking to his ex-wife. They were standing close, and Wolf laughed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his chest. Blade glanced back at Rose in time to see her face grow pale. She stood, said something to Jenn, who frowned in response but nodded, and walked around the far end of the clubhouse. A moment later he heard an engine start; then the sound dwindled to nothing. She’d left.

He looked back to Jenn to see her still frowning, her attention now on Wolf. His ex was walking away with a wave, but Wolf was already turned away, scanning the crowd of women.

“Monk, hey Monk.” Instead of wincing as he would have at the need in his voice a year ago, he held his peace until Monk responded with a grunt he took as a request to continue. “Life is fuckin’ good, you know?”

“Yeah, brother. It really is.”

“Gonna go see if my old lady’s hungry yet.” He angled his head and winked at Monk, who laughed aloud.

“Brother, we just ate.”

“Oh, my friend.” He thumped Monk’s shoulder with a closed fist. “Not that kind of hunger.”

He was only halfway to Jenn when she looked up at him. A smile curled her lips, and she stood, speaking to the other woman without taking her gaze off Blade. When he stretched out his hand, she met it with hers and threaded their fingers together, palm-to-palm. With catcalls and grins, his brothers waved them off.

On the bike, he paused and leaned back, pressing close for a moment just to feel the heat of her body against him. “Hey, Jenn?”

Chin propped on his shoulder, she asked, “What?”

“We get home, you’re gettin’ lucky.” Their helmets clacked together as he turned his head. As expected, she had a wide grin on her face.

“Oh, I am? Am I?” She scooted a little closer, arms around his waist. “Lucky, huh?”

“Oh, yeah.” He covered her hand with his, giving her fingers a squeeze. “So lucky.”

“Means you’re gettin’ lucky too, you horn dog.”

He toed the shifter down and into gear, nodding as he rolled them through the lot and onto the road, the bike’s headlight illuminating the white line dashed into the distance.

Oh, yeah, he thought.I’m so fuckin’ lucky.

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