Page 113 of Bleed Me

Saint teased, “Art! One week in bed with Giver is all it took?”

Art took a swig of juice. “It only took Justice minutes. Give me credit. At least I was a challenge.”

Groaning at the thought of what was between my wife’s luscious thighs, I begged Diesel, “Set me free. I’ll shoot any fucker within a mile. Just let me out. Justice’s naked pics she’s been sending only make me want the real thing.”

Laughing, Art choked on his burger while complaining, “He’s been taking three showers a day. Watching movies don’t make no one that dirty.”

Diesel, still beaming at his son’s smile, laughed. “That’s right! Giver, this is your first true lockdown.”

Dagger added, “Sucks, don’t it? Every biker knows this is the worst part—”

When he didn’t talk again, I asked, “What?”

He smacked his forehead. “Diesel, Giver had a brilliant idea.”

“I did?”

Apparently, I did. We let the unknown inside trader sink his own ship. Only a select few knew we were bluffing when Stallions said their goodbyes and rode off. Confident we weren’t facing a retaliation as much as a robbery since this mysterious club was waiting to get inside theRyder’s clubhouse, Diesel called off the lockdown. That’s how I was able to get out unnoticed.

On my bike, the sun hitting my face helped me breathe deep again. Seeing Justice’s bike in a field a couple of miles down another abandoned dirt road almost had me wrecking. Prez was leading me straight to her. She was leaning against her HOG, in her vest, like the bad bitch she was. Barely getting my jiffy down, I ran…

Her smile told me our kids were fine. Her eyes told me she loved me.

“Babe.” My lips slammed to hers. In between licks of her sensual mouth, I told her, “Jesus Christ you taste so fucking good.” My face dove into her neck to inhale her. “And you smell so much better than Art.”

She howled laughter. “Damn! I hope the fuck so!”

“And you sound so good. Cuss some more. Talk dirty to me.”

“Giver!”

“Sorry, Prez, but your sister is hot as fuck.”

He grumbled, “Have some self-control.”

I pulled back to see Justice. “Why are you here?”

“The boys said you were a champ with Artist and deserved a reward.”

I peered over my shoulder to all the smiling faces. “Love you fuckers.”

My woman added, “Plus, Seth is now dead. That means the babies are safe. My Stallion brothers need me.” Howls of approval echoed into the blue sky. Church Eyes, beaming in the sunlight, had never looked so fucking good. “Let’s teach these new fuckers a lesson.”

Positive she hadn’t wandered far from Gracie and Ice, I kissed her again then smirked. “I know you, woman. Where are my kids?”

She winked. “Hidden in a nearby city with Jamie and Elle.”

“Huh?” perked up Prez, all of sudden looking as hungry as me.

I laughed at him. “Self-control, right?”

Saint didn’t look shocked at all as he started pushing his bike into the tall grass of the field. “I’ll thank Elle for watching over Jamie in the airport.”

We all followed suit as Justice replied, “Elle called and told me Jamie was focused on helping with the kids, so she did really well. Oh, and Jamie loved being in the air.”

Saint smiled so big. “Man, I wish I had seen that first for her.”

After getting the bikes hidden, we all plopped our asses down next to them and waited to hear from Diesel. A few hours later, the sun was going down when I got an unexpected text from Art: