Until my brother and his man woke me up with their fuck noises.
The grunting got louder, and it sounded like a bed was being pounded into a wall.
“Christ, they’re really goin’ at it,” Rush muttered.
“Ugh,” I pushed out, turned to my stomach and wrapped a pillow around the top of my head.
I felt Rush’s hand glide over the small of my back and the edge of the pillow pulled up.
I kept the rest held down.
“They probably heard us earlier,” he told me.
Gulk.
Suffice it to say, I forgave Rush.
Mostly because he and his family were so cool with D and Mad throughout the dinner they’d crashed, to the point the men lazed around the table for hours chatting and chuckling and drinking beer after it while the women did the dishes then hung around the bar in the kitchen, also chatting and chuckling and drinking beer.
I could not say that even with a rather thorough explanation of what was going on, they’d totally put Diesel’s and Maddox’s minds at ease about me. Mostly because what they had to share wouldn’t make anyone easy.
I could say when we left, my big brother and his man were no longer pissed at me.
“I hope not.” My words were muffled by the pillow.
“You come silent, babe, but you make a lot of noise before I get you there,” he shared. “You like panting my name . . . a lot.”
Gluh.
“And I like that a lot,” he continued. “Enough not to make you stop doin’ it.”
“Stop talking.”
I heard his chuckle as his hand slid fully around and he pulled the side of my body into the front of his.
I kept the pillow where it was.
Rush stopped chuckling.
“They’re free, and I like that,” he said quietly.
I lifted one side of the pillow and tipped my eyes up to his shadowed face.
“What?”
“At dinner, after the drama, they sat down, your brother got tense. Maddox doesn’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about him, that’s clear. But your brother does. Because he loves you. And he knows you wouldn’t be at that dinner with my family if things weren’t the way they are with us. So he slid right on edge, probably tweaked we’d figure out where he was at with Maddox, not knowing we already knew. That didn’t go away until Tyra asked about their commitment ceremony and he got it that not a soul there judged. Then he relaxed. Now they’re here, down the hall, fucking. Free. And I like that.”
I pushed off the pillow, got up on an elbow and he got up on his to come face to face with me.
“You like that?” I asked.
“Everyone should be free. Even if Maddox doesn’t give a shit, Diesel does. At least when it comes to you and the people around you, and what they might think of him and how that’d affect you. So he’s not. But he got that from us. He’s good. If he feels free to go at his man down the hall, he feels free around me. So yeah, I like that.”
God, this man.
I lifted my hand to his face, ran my fingers over the thick stubble at his jaw, and rested it curled around his neck, palm at his throat, murmuring, “What am I gonna do with you?”
“You missed the obvious blowjob, babe, still asleep. They got distinctive voices, could call it, and by the sounds of it, your brother gives good head. You could share that family talent about now.”
“Bluh,” I moaned, dropping my head and shoving my face in his chest.
“My cock is south of there, baby,” he teased.
“I can’t have sex while my brother is having sex.”
“Why?”
Pounding sounded.
And grunting.
So I didn’t answer a question that had such an obvious answer.
Because . . . gross.
Instead, I declared, “And I’m gonna have a word with him about having sex while they’re staying with you.”
“Why?”
I yanked my face out of his chest. “Rush, it’s rude. Especially being that loud. The neighbors are probably up and listening.”
He slid his hand up my spine and pulled me to him. “Rebel, babe, he was worried sick about you. I think we got him to the point he’s good about you bein’ safe. But he still felt that, and trust me, those feelings do not go away easy. He’s gotta work that emotion out somehow.”
Rush stopped talking.
The rhythmic pounding was getting faster.
“He’s workin’ that out,” Rush finished.
“This is why when we go visit them, we’re staying at a hotel.”
“So you won’t hear it?”
“That, and so they won’t hear us. We should have told them to stay at a hotel tonight.”
“That was never gonna happen and you know it, honey,” he said. “Until he knows he can completely trust me, you’re not out of his sphere.”
That was so true.
“Or Maddox’s,” he went on.
That was so true too.
“And since, until this shit is over and I know you’re safe, you’re not out of mine, this is how it’s gotta be,” he concluded.
And this was also true.
“What biker has a guestroom?” I groused.
“One that regularly has Chaos poker games and got sick of Speck getting loaded and crashing on my couch, making me wake up and find him there, snoring, with his hand down his shorts.”
That would drive me to setting up a guestroom too.
An unmistakable noise sounded along with low, gruff indistinct but distinctly encouraging murmuring, and I shut my eyes tight.
“Well, Diesel just got his emotion out,” Rush muttered with amusement.
I decided not to respond.
Some slow rolling bed pounding and then quiet.
I stayed tense listening to the silence.
“Maddox blew earlier, during the blowjob. So you can relax,” Rush informed me.
“Gah!” I cried, dropping to my back.
Rush chuckled.
I loved he was cool with this.
I really did.
And I loved that he dug it that D and Mad could be free with him, his family, even feeling very free down the hall.
But seriously.
I gave it some time.
Not much.
I was a little sister.
“We could hear you!” I shouted.
“No shit!” Diesel shouted back. “We could hear you!”
Fantastic.
“Do it on the floor next time!” I yelled. “Gagged!”
“Wait ’til we fall asleep next time!” he yelled back.
“You suck!” I hollered.
“Yeah, I do!” D hollered back.
“Ugh!” I bellowed.
Diesel had no retort.
Silence prevailed.
Rush broke it.
“So . . . this talk about sucking?”
I turned to him and shoved hard at his chest.
He fell back, wrapping both arms around me, taking me with him, and doused the noises of his laughter by burying his face in my neck.
When his mirth left him, his arms gave me a squeeze and he said, “You got a good brother and he found himself a good man. I like them.”
And I loved that.
But I settled into his body feeling more.
Because it was then I realized that the careful smile Tabby gave me earlier might not have been about her not knowing if she liked me yet, but her worried if I would like her.
When it meant something, and this meant something, and everyone knew it, it had to be right all around.
I liked Tabby.
And Rush liked Diesel (and Maddox).
So it was right all around.
Not surprising.
But still awesome.
I turned my head, kissed his neck and said there, “You’re a good man, Rush Allen.”
One of his hands slid up, the other slid down, and he murmured, “Thank you, baby.”
I snuggled into him.
“Now about that blowjob,” he carried on.
I stilled.
Then I started giggling.
After that, I slithered down my man’s body and sucked him off.
He fingered me after until I came.
Take that, Maddox and D.
After we were done, Rush tucked us into a spoon and we’d barely gotten there before D shouted, “Christ!”
I again started giggling.
And shortly after, I fell asleep.
So shortly, I didn’t know for sure, but I think I did it still giggling.
Inflation
Chew
Around that same time . . .
“What a waste,” Chew muttered, staring down at the body.
Damn Tack.
If it wasn’t for that asshole, Chew wouldn’t have to do shit like this.
Then there was Harrietta, that dumb bitch.
And Valenzuela, that stupid fuck.
But mostly it was Tack.
High and mighty Tack who thought he was king of the goddamned world.
Chew moved to her cheap skirt and dug in the back pocket, where he saw her shove the money he’d given her.
The fifty for the blowjob became two-fifty, seeing as she was good giving head, so he wanted all in, and before he blew in her mouth (or in the condom she was blowing, couldn’t leave that DNA), he paid to fuck her.
She was good with all the rest.
A pro.
That thought made a snarky smile hit his face as he retrieved the money and saw she hadn’t yet connected with her pimp that night to do any handovers.
She had an additional eight hundred bucks.
Sah-weet.
He pocketed the cash, went to his jacket, pulled out the surgical gloves and snapped them on as he moved back to her body.
Of course, he’d had to kill her. He couldn’t just rob them.
After he did, he couldn’t have her opening her mouth to anyone.
She had a gold necklace with a delicate chain and a little gold cross around her neck.