Page 89 of The Vows We Keep

I place my fingers against her lips. “Spit on them,” I instruct.

“Really?”

“Yeah, babe. Fucking hot.”

She does as I tell her, and I move back to her clit. Her body tenses, her back arches. The chains rattle again and blood surges to my cock.

“Yeah, squeeze me, Cat. Milk me. Fucking love it when you do.” And with those words, she goes over the edge, tugging at my dick so hard, I come seconds after she does, losing all sense of timing and self.

The world tilts a little, and I close my eyes, sucking in a breath as I become aware of the sweat between our bodies.

There are lots of things I never thought I’d be.

A boyfriend. Such a wild fucking word. Just to be someone’s anything is wild enough. But to be specifically Cat’s is incredible, because she chose me, flaws and all.

Being part of a family is another thing. A real family. I see Camelot’s watch on my desk, illuminated by a thin sliver of weak morning light, forcing its way in through the gap of my curtains. I think about King and our conversation after I inked him.

I can’t say my definitions of things have changed overnight. I’m not suddenly flooded with emotion. But there’s a ... sincerity ... to the way I feel.

I groan as I slide out of Cat, reaching for the condom. She’s not on birth control and says she doesn’t want to go on it, so it’s not as if simply getting tested would remove the need for them.

Last night, I had a kinky-as-fuck dream that I knocked her up intentionally. She looked fucking hot with my kid in her belly. I always thought there’s no way in hell I’m cut out for kids. I can barely keep myself alive and sane. Have never understood whether any of my shit is genetic, and wouldn’t want to pass it on to a kid if it is.

But I can’t help but think the two of us might be good parents eventually.

Good parents who do bad shit.

The thought makes me smile.

I deal with the condom and undo her cuffs.

“I liked that,” she says.

“I liked it too.”

I glance at the time. It means I have forty minutes to get cleaned up, eat, and get to the clubhouse.

“You have to go?” Catalina says. I love her post-sex voice. It’s raspy.

“Yeah, babe. But stay in bed a while longer.”

I kiss her forehead when I leave.

I’m the last to get there, as usual. I would’ve had time to eat, shower, and leave, but then I thought about baking Cat some cookies for when she woke up. And then I realized we were out of sugar because I used it all. So I ran to the shop. And then, well, it was already five after ten.

“Sorry,” I say as I settle into my seat.

King starts. “I need to take a vote on some changes to the club structure I’m proposing. Niro is second on the agenda.”

I look at King, and it takes me a moment to realize what he’s about to do. My chest squeezes so hard that for a moment I feel like I’m having a heart attack. I have to force myself to take a breath in as I nod.

King smiles. “We’ve always prided ourselves as being a progressive motorcycle club chapter. While other clubs for example have retained a homogenous racial identity—”

“Homogenous?” Bates says. “You swallow a dictionary?”

“Rae,” Halo says without missing a beat. “He swallowed Rae.”

No one misses the double entendre.