Page 35 of Riding the Line (Steel Saints MC #1)

Mac and I barely left the bedroom all day Thursday.

At some point later in the evening, he got a call from Silas which brought our love fest to a tragic end.

When he went to put his shirt back on, I stopped him and did something I had been dying to do—trailing my tongue along every line of ink, tasting and savoring every inch of his toned abdomen.

It got us both so hot and bothered, he bent me over the dining room table and fucked me so hard we left marks on the floor from the table scooting across the floor.

I kissed him goodbye and watched him leave until his bike disappeared from view.

I headed for the shower, but stopped when I got into the bathroom.

At some point, he had braced me up against the shower wall and held me while I bounced on his cock.

When I came, I had pulled on the shower curtain which came crashing down around us.

He had promised to fix it before leaving but, big shock, we had gotten distracted.

I grinned and went to grab my phone from the bedroom.

I snapped a picture of the fallen rod and sent it to our group chat before fixing it myself.

After my shower, I checked my messages for their reply and laughed.

Dalton had said, “Gee, wonder how that happened.”

To which Mac replied, “I’ll give you two guesses. Try not to be too jealous.”

Feeling sexier and more desired than I had ever felt in my life, I took a picture of myself in the mirror and sent it back to them along with the message, “Jealousy has no place here, boys.”

“Fuck, brother. When did we get so damn lucky? ”

“I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth.”

“Are you calling me a horse, Mac?”

“I’m not into zoophilia, gorgeous.”

“Ew!”

“That’s nasty, dude.”

“She asked.”

“I definitely did not. Anyways… When did you two accept I wasn’t choosing?”

“If we had tried making you choose, what would you have done?”

I didn’t hesitate. “Quit you both cold turkey. All or nothing. I wouldn’t come between you guys.”

“But you would happily come between us. What do you think, Dalton? One of us in her pussy, while the other fucks that dirty mouth?”

“I think I’m supposed to be paying attention in this dumb-as-hell meeting and instead I’m now trying to think of toothless grandmas and puppies with broken legs.”

I was confused, but his comment quickly made sense when he sent a picture of his jeans tenting underneath a table.

“See what you do to us, Vixen?”

“Fuck, I just left and I’m ready to go back.”

The two of them proceeded to fill my phone with the things they wanted to do to me, and I decided the first opportunity I got, I was going to have them both. Fuck it all. After a while, I lied and told them I was going to sleep, before immediately calling Holly and Maria in a group FaceTime.

Maria squealed. “Girl! First Dalton, now Maverick! Holy shit, you’re nuts.”

Holly winked at me, lounging in her bed in one of Jackson’s shirts. “You, my darling Nicky, are officially my favorite slut.”

“In the words of the great Dorothy, you are the queen of Slutdom. Long live the queen.”

I cackled. “I absolutely am not. I just have a… vo racious appetite.”

“Okay but—and I don’t even know if I am allowed to ask this as a married woman—how are they?”

“Fuck, I’m married and I don’t give a damn. You didn’t tell us squat about Dalton, now you’ve spent the day with Maverick. Girl, you need to spill!”

I bit my lip. “Well, let’s just say that it was more than adequate. And the house is fully, and I mean fully, broken in.”

Holly choked on the Coke she was sipping, and Maria snorted with laughter. Jackson walked into the frame and asked, “What are y’all talking about?”

Holly smirked at him. “How good your bosses are in bed.”

He looked at her and then back at us on the small screen, and back at her. “Right, on that note… I’m out.” Dude practically ran out of the room, and we all howled.

“Oh hey, by the way,” Holly set her drink down and leaned forward, “I hired a girl I know to do our hair and makeup. She’ll be at my place around two, I think. Bring your dresses and we can all get ready here.”

“Why do I feel like the prized pig being led to auction?” I joked half-heartedly.

Maria bit her lip at the same time Holly said, “Um, ‘cos you kind of are?”

Maria tsked. “I mean, it’s not that bad.”

“Have you guys met the DiAngelos?”

“Once.”

“I’ve only met the youngest brother. He’s not an asshole like the rest of them, but that probably has something to do with the fact that he’s Diego Jr.’s age.”

“So, it’s bad?”

“Honestly, they probably don’t even know you exist. From what Jackson was telling me, it’s Greyson that’s the issue. Probably ‘cos Dalton and Maverick can’t, or won’t, hide how they feel. Some kind of power trip thing or something, maybe? He wants what they have.”

Holly’s words weren’t exactly reassuring, but Maria added, “Not only will Mac and Dalton be there, but so will we. Including Diego and Jackson. Trust me, no one is fucking with us.”

I told them about the first time Greyson had gotten me alone, and Maria visibly cringed.

Holly’s hazel eyes narrowed to near slits. “That asshole! Putting your hands on you like that!” Holly said.

Maria glanced to the side. “You’re not the only one. He likes trying to take things that aren’t his. He was super-touchy with me when Mac was in that coma and Diego was at the hospital every day. But it all stopped after I had Diego Jr.”

I cursed the screen preventing me from hugging my friends. “Listen, it’ll be fine. Power in numbers and all that. Greyson is an ass, but we got this. We’re going to go there, looking fine as hell, eat all the hors d’oeuvres, and drink too much champagne.”

“Then we’re going to go home and get railed by our fine-ass men!” Holly raised her Coke in a mock toast and I grinned.

Maria clapped her hands. “Hell yeah, I’ll drink to that!”

My phone pinged low battery and since it was getting late, I bid my girls goodbye and hung up. I lay in bed after plugging the thing in, missing Mac’s presence and Dalton’s voice.

I was finally meeting the DiAngelos, the whole reason for this charade. Tomorrow, I had to get as much information about them as possible without raising suspicion—or creating any more hostility than necessary.

At some point, I fell into a fitful sleep, and I woke up around ten feeling like crap.

Mac had told me not to worry about coming in today, so I was surprised when my phone showed a missed call.

I tried calling him back, but the call went straight to voicemail.

A couple of minutes later, a text from him came through: “It’s all good, Vixen.

I’m in with Silas right now but I’ll talk to you later. ”

I stretched and then headed into the bathroom. After washing my face, I tossed back a couple of ibuprofen and headed downstairs for a late breakfast.

With a plate of eggs and toast in one hand, and a cup of coffee in the other, I made myself comfy on the couch before flipping on the TV.

I loved these quiet mornings alone. Or, at least, I used to.

Now I found myself wishing I had company.

Blue-eyed company, to be exact. I sighed and started a letter to Uncle Tommy while sipping on my coffee.

In between bites of egg, I told him about the dinner with the DiAngelos.

I also added that, from everything I had seen, the Mills brothers and a vast majority of the club had no desire to be affiliated with the family.

I guess, in the back of my mind, I was hoping to prove that the men I loved weren’t the bad guys.

I busied myself around the house, wiping down counters and cleaning my bedroom and bathroom until a honk outside startled me. Opening the door, I discovered Maria idling at the end of the driveway in her minivan. I walked out to her, not bothering to put shoes on, as she rolled the window down.

“Girl, what are you doing? I thought we were meeting at Holly’s?”

She shrugged. “Your place is on my way and, besides, do you really want to try and figure out how to strap a gown with shoes and shit to the back of a bike?”

I eyed my Triumph, sitting at the front of my drive. She had a point.

“Alright, let me get my shoes on and I’ll be right back.” A few minutes later, I had everything I needed and tossed it into the back of her car. “Who’s watching the kids?”

“Diego’s mamà has them until tomorrow night. I’m kind of excited—he and I haven’t had a lot of alone time lately.”

I listened as she told me about the most recent drama with her ex on the way to Holly’s.

It had been really messing with Jewel’s head, and I hated it for the poor kid.

But I reassured Maria that she wasn’t to blame.

Just because she slept with the dude didn’t make her responsible for all his bad decisions.

Holly’s place was about five minutes from mine, a swanky-looking Georgian that could’ve fit two of my townhouse inside.

“So, like… how rich is Holly?”

Maria gave me a look like she couldn’t believe I was asking, since the answer was staring us right in the face.

It was around one, which meant we had about an hour before the lady Holly hired would be here.

Jackson was out, evidently taking care of some last-minute things with Diego, Mac, and Dalton, so it was just us girls.

I liked how close the four men were. After all, Jackson had been one of the guys to follow me to the clubhouse that first night.

Holly was in sweats and one of her husband’s t-shirts, and I teased her as she opened up the door. “What, no butler?”

She scoffed at me. “Had to fire the last one for sleeping with one of the maids.”

I stared at her, and after a few seconds, she started laughing. “I’m teasing, Nicky. I don’t like people enough to have a bunch of servants or whatever running around.”