Текст книги "Redemption Road"

Автор книги: Katie Ashley

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NINETEEN

ANNABEL

Getting home to Georgia took a little longer than we had expected. While I had bought some warm clothes and boots to make the drive, it was still blistering cold to be on the back of the bike for any length of time. But even with the extreme cold, I grew to enjoy riding with Rev. It didn’t take too long to see the allure that it held for him—the freedom, the adrenaline rush. More than anything, I enjoyed wrapping my arms around him and squeezing him tight. Although I’m not proud to admit it, I might’ve played on his sympathies a bit with worrying about me and the cold. The truth was I wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with him for a few days.

I don’t know who was more surprised by my insatiable appetite—me or Rev. But I couldn’t seem to get enough of him. I loved learning all the little things about him, like what made him groan with need or pinch his eyes shut with passion. It felt like I was discovering sex for the first time. In some ways I was—at least the new Annabel was. I knew there was still a wolf looming at the door, and at any minute this newfound perfection could come crashing down through flashbacks. But for the moment, I chose to be optimistic and happy.

Three days later, we pulled up at the Raiders compound. I was never so glad to see a place in all my life. Still, I was more than a little surprised to see the twinkling Christmas lights. “Who would have thought bikers would be so festive,” I remarked as I handed Rev my helmet.

He chuckled. “Trust me, we aren’t. That’s all for Willow.”

When we walked through the front door, a roar went up in the room. “WELCOME HOME!” everyone shouted. At first I felt completely overwhelmed, but the feel of Rev’s hand on the small of my back gave me the courage to smile and move closer to my new family.

As if they had been given a pep talk on how to treat me, they hung back and let me go to them. I was hugged and kissed by more people in the first few minutes than I had been in my entire life. At the back of the main room, Rev’s blood family stood anxiously awaiting me. I couldn’t hide my shock at seeing Mama Beth. She was never one to be in the roadhouse. I ran into her waiting arms. “I’m so glad you’re home, sweetheart,” she said, her voice wavering as if she was about to cry.

Her warm welcome and words caused tears to burn my eyes. “I am, too.”

When I pulled away, there were quick hugs from Deacon and Bishop, and then a lingering one from Alexandra, whose enormous belly looked like she was ready to deliver at any moment. When I said as much, she shook her head. “I still have six weeks, if you can believe it.”

“He’s going to be a very big boy.”

Alexandra smiled as she patted her stomach. “He already feels enormous when he’s kicking me.”

I then turned to a very impatient Willow who I was surprised had waited this long to give me a hug. “Wait until you see Poe. He’s huge!” she said after she’d clung to me for several seconds.

“Thank you for taking such good care of him!”

“It was mainly Uncle Rev who took care of him, but I had to help because he was such a mess over missing you.”

I couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from me at the pint-sized girl talking about relationships like a grown woman. When I looked at Rev, he appeared to want to strangle his niece. “Well, I missed him pretty bad, too.”

“I figured you did.” She grinned up at me. “Did he tell you he loves you?”

“Willow!” Alexandra and Deacon admonished.

“What?” she questioned innocently. “You guys said you wondered if he did earlier.”

While Deacon and Alexandra gave Rev and me sheepish looks, I couldn’t help laughing at the situation. “Yes, he told me he loves me, and I told him I love him.”

“Are you gonna get married?” Willow asked.

Now it was my turn to be speechless. Although there had been no proposal or discussion of marriage, the idea of Rev and me living the rest of our lives together seemed to be a given. While it seemed that we knew each other down to the deepest and darkest parts, there was still a lot of relationship building we needed to do before we thought of marriage.

“I think it’s time we got you something to eat,” Alexandra suggested.

“Yeah, that’s a helluva good idea. Let’s stick something in her mouth to shut her up,” Deacon muttered under his breath.

Once Willow had been ushered over to the food table, Rev and I exchanged a glance. “Well, um, that was . . . intense,” he said.

“Very. Who would have thought we would get the marriage question already?” I said, giving a laugh to try to ease the tension.

“I meant more the inquisition by Willow.”

“Oh,” I murmured. What did he mean by that exactly? Had he been thinking of marriage? I swallowed hard at the thought.

With a smile, Rev said, “I think I could use a drink.”

“You and me both.”

He took me by the hand and led me over to the bar. This time I settled on a Corona rather than my former buddy Jack Daniel’s. The house band went up onstage, and it wasn’t long before they were cranking out tunes, including some rock versions of Christmas carols.

After we finished our beers, Rev steered me over to the kitchen. The old ladies and other women had put on quite a spread of food. “All this for me?” I asked as I was handed a plate.

Kim grinned. “Of course. Especially since you decided to come home on the night of our annual Christmas party.”

I laughed. “Lucky me that I didn’t keep Rev gone another day.”

Sweeping a hand to her hip, she said, “Yeah, about the trip home, missy. It doesn’t usually take over a day. Just what caused you all to be so late?”

As I spooned up some lasagna, I couldn’t fight the warmth spreading across my cheeks. “We just had to stop a lot because it was so cold,” I finally answered.

“Mmm-hmm. I bet I can imagine just what kind of warming up went on, too.”

“Easy there, Kim,” Rev cautioned.

She grinned. “Like I couldn’t tell you’d been fucking nonstop from the utterly satisfied looks on your faces.”

While it was totally mortifying to have our sex life discussed, there was also a grateful feeling that accompanied it. No one was treating me with kid gloves or walking on eggshells when it came to the topic of sex. That meant I was no longer seen as just a victim, and that was certainly liberating.

As we ate dinner, we talked with different in– and out-of-town members who came by our table. Everyone was in the festive holiday spirit. I couldn’t help thinking how different this party was from my parents’ party.

At the thought of them, I wrinkled my nose. When I had spoken to them the other day, they had been utterly horrified at what I had done. Regardless of how they chided me, I was not about to change my mind about my decision. Even though they threw out words like “disinheriting” and “disown,” they forgot I was just months away from my twenty-fifth birthday, when I would receive my inheritance from my grandfather. When I had told Rev about the half million dollars coming to me, he had nearly fallen off the bed in shock. While the money meant security for us, it would have no value to me without Rev in my life.

When the band shifted to a slow love song, Rev took my hand. “I think I owe you a real dance.”

“What do you mean?”

“That night when we got drunk together, we danced in my room.”

At first my eyes widened at his words, and then the memory came back to me. “I remember that,” I murmured.

Rev smiled as he wrapped his arms around my waist, drawing me flush against him. I would never get enough of being this close to him, especially being able to press my ear against his chest and listen to his heartbeat. “I love you,” I said loud enough for him to hear me over the music.

“I love you, too. I know this all seems to be happening very fast—”

I shook my head. “We built a strong foundation for it the month we were together.”

He smiled. “I agree. With that said, it’s been a whirlwind of a couple of days. But it still doesn’t keep me from wanting to do this.”

I stared dumbfounded at him as he pulled away from me. When he sank onto one knee, I began trembling all over. In times past, though, I had trembled with fear and anxiety, but now I felt a wonderful sense of anticipation. Whistles and catcalls went up around the room. The roar of Rev’s brothers became so loud it almost deafened me.

After digging into his pocket, he produced a glittering diamond. “Annabel Lee Percy, would you make me the happiest man alive by marrying me?”

“Get it, Rev!” Bishop shouted.

“Oh my God,” I whispered.

“That’s not quite the response I was hoping for,” Rev mused.

I licked my suddenly dry lips. “Are you really sure about this?”

“I think this fat diamond should illustrate how very certain I am.”

“It’s just so . . .”

“Sudden?”

I nodded. “A little.”

“I bought the ring before I went to Virginia because I knew if you accepted my apology, there was no one else in the world I wanted to share my life with. And while we could live together, I’m an old-fashioned guy and would prefer you to be my wife.”

“That’s understandable,” I murmured breathlessly. Staring into his earnest dark eyes, I couldn’t help feeling totally undeserving of him. “Even with all of my baggage?”

Rev smiled. “We both have baggage. I’ll help you carry yours, and you can help carry mine. How does that sound?”

The tears that flooded my eyes caused his image to grow wavy before me. Even though it was sudden, I couldn’t fathom loving Rev any more than I did at this moment. He had been it for me since he had bared his soul to me that day in the hospital bathroom. He had spent nights by my side giving me the strength of his silent comfort. He had spent countless hours talking with me, laughing with me, and offering me a depth of friendship I had never experienced before with anyone—male or female. He had given me the greatest gift anyone ever could by bringing me into his blood and MC family, which set me on the path of the healing and acceptance I so desperately needed.

I had spent four miserable, heart-wrenching months without him, so I knew I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life. He was my heart, mind, and soul.

“Yes. My answer is yes.”

Rev beamed before slipping the ring on my finger. I jumped into his arms to bestow kisses all over his face and neck. I was once again rushed by Rev’s brothers and their families. Pitchers of beer, rather than champagne, appeared for us to toast with. Everyone was genuinely happy for us, especially Rev’s blood family.

Once the hoopla had died down, Rev and I once again found ourselves on the dance floor. Gazing up at him, I smiled. “Take me home and make love to me. I won’t even mind if you fuck me, just take me home.”

At my use of the f-word, Rev’s dark brows shot up. “With a request like that, how can I say no?”

Taking my hand, he led me away from the other couples dancing. When we started for the back door, Deacon called, “Where you two sneakin’ off to?”

When I glanced over my shoulder at him, he winked at me. “It was a long ride, and I’m really tired,” I answered.

Bishop hooted with laughter. “Ha. More like you’re planning on some long ridin’ in the bedroom.”

“Shut your trap, asshole,” Rev growled, which caused me to laugh. It was obvious he wasn’t used to his brothers ribbing him about a girl. When I nudged him playfully, he did manage to give me a smile.

As soon as we were out the door and out of sight of his brothers, Rev couldn’t keep his mouth or his hands off me. It took us longer than normal to get down the hill because we kept stopping to grope each other in the dark.

Even though it was freezing outside, we were already stripping each other as we started up the porch stairs. We tumbled in the front door in just our underwear. I don’t know how we made it back to Rev’s bedroom. As we collapsed onto the bed, I couldn’t help thinking of all the times I had slept with Rev in this bed. Now we were finally going to have sex in it.

Without unfastening my bra, Rev pushed the cups up to bare my breasts. His mouth went to work, sucking and licking my nipples. As I wrapped my legs around him, he began to rub his growing erection against my panty-clad core. They were practically drenched within seconds. “Rev, please,” I urged.

“Please what, baby?” he asked, his warm breath hovering over my breast.

“Get inside me.”

“With my tongue or my dick?”

I pursed my lips at him. “Aren’t you being a dirty talker tonight?”

He gave me a teasing smile. “You bring it out in me.”

“I could say the same for you.”

Rev rose to his knees. He jerked off his underwear and then relieved me of my panties. It had taken a few times before I was comfortable with him on top. Now it was my favorite position because it meant I could wrap my arms around him and feel his skin on mine. He didn’t need to do anything else to prep me because I was more than ready.

When he thrust inside, I gasped with pleasure. “You feel so fucking amazing,” he murmured.

As he settled into a pounding rhythm, I brought my hips up to meet his thrusts. When my fingernails raked up and down his back, Rev groaned. The next place my hands went was his hair, which I knew was a pleasure spot for him. He reciprocated by dipping his head to nuzzle the tops of my breasts. I arched up to give him access to my nipples.

He pulled back to sit up on his knees. With his hands gripping my hips, he worked them as he thrust hard in and out of me. Our bodies became covered with a sheen of sweat from our efforts. After a few minutes, he pulled me up to where I could wrap my arms around him. I was once again riding him in a way, but I loved it more because we were chest to chest and face to face.

It was wonderful coming with his eyes locked on mine, sharing in the emotions and feelings. Rev followed me a few seconds later. When he eased me onto my back again, I cradled his head to my chest. My fingers naturally went to the long strands of his hair. “So we’re engaged now,” I mused once we had finally caught our breath.

“Yep. I’ll need to get you a cut of your own that says ‘Rev’s Property’ on it.”

“You’re not serious?”

He raised his head up to grin at me. “I sure as hell am. Haven’t you seen them on the other women?”

“I haven’t noticed Alexandra wearing one.”

“I don’t think they come in maternity sizes.”

“What would you say if I said I didn’t think I liked the idea of wearing a cut?”

“I would say I would be very disappointed and sad that you didn’t want to share that part of my life.” His serious tone took me by surprise.

“It really means that much to you?” When he nodded, I sighed. The feminist in me wanted to tell him where he could shove his little “property of” patch, but then I realized that relationships were all about compromise. He might’ve been the president of an MC club, but he wasn’t the type of Neanderthal to demand things of me. I appreciated him for that. “If I only have to wear it within the compound, then I’ll be happy to.”

Rev’s face lit up. “You mean it?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Mmm, let me show you just how happy you make me.”

When his head dipped between my legs, it was him making me very, very happy.

TWENTY

ANNABEL

Things continued to speed along with absolute perfection for Rev and me. A few days before Christmas, we got our first tree together—hand cut by Rev himself from the woods behind the house. We spent Christmas Day at Mama Beth’s, where both Alexandra and I helped her prepare a huge feast. As I sat around the table so full of delicious food that I couldn’t breathe, I once again had to thank God that going through hell had led me to the most divine existence I could ever imagine.

As New Year’s Eve approached, Rev and his brothers were busy planning a huge party at the roadhouse. I found myself at home sitting around the tree while working on my admissions essay to the veterinary program at the University of Georgia. I had already talked to an adviser, who, after reviewing my transcripts and work experience, put me at ease about having missed almost a year of school after what had happened to me.

When Rev suddenly burst through the front door, I didn’t have to ask what he was doing home. His darkened expression told me something bad had happened. “What’s going on?” I demanded as I rose off the couch.

He didn’t even stop to look at me. From the kitchen he called, “I need to you pack up enough clothes and personal items for a week or two.”

I didn’t bother arguing with him that most of my possessions were still en route from Virginia. My parents were more than happy to have some of the maids box up my belongings.

As he blew around the house, snatching and grabbing things, my chest tightened with worry. “Rev, please talk to me.”

At my pleading tone, he set the items down on the kitchen table and turned to me. “The club is going on lockdown.” When I stared blankly at him, he asked, “Do you know what that is?”

“Like on campus if there was a threat of a gunman we were put on lockdown in classrooms until the police could get there?” I said.

He nodded. “It’s somewhat like that. When the club receives a threat, we go into protection mode where everyone comes together in the compound, including wives and children.”

My mind whirled as I processed what was happening. “If we stay within the compound, why can’t we stay here?”

“We just can’t risk it.”

“But why?”

Rev’s expression darkened. “Because the last time we thought our houses were safe, Case got blown up and killed.”

I didn’t have any response to that.

Once again, I remained rooted to the floor as I tried not to be overwhelmed with this aspect of Rev’s life. Then a thought came to me—one that made me shiver. “What was the threat?”

“Nothing you need to worry yourself with.”

When he refused to look at me, I closed the gap between us. “Rev, who did the threat come from?”

The moment his haunted eyes met mine, I knew. Mendoza. Rev’s involvement with my past had come back to haunt his club. His family. “Please tell me everything. We’ve been through too much together not to be honest with each other now.”

After jerking his hands through his hair, Rev sighed. “The El Paso Raiders’ clubhouse was attacked today and two guys were killed.”

I gasped in horror and felt sick. I couldn’t help thinking of the Raiders who had come to the hospital to see me. They had been so kind to me. “One of the ones we knew?”

Rev shook his head. I could tell our conversation was having an effect on him. He was becoming visibly rattled. “No. It wasn’t one of them.”

The relief I felt was fleeting. “How did they know it was Mendoza?”

When Rev shifted uncomfortably on his feet, I knew I needed to brace myself for more horrible news. “One of Mendoza’s men called. He said unless they gave up the information where Roja was, more of them would die.”

Hearing Mendoza’s demand caused my knees to buckle. I would have sunk to the floor if Rev hadn’t reached out and caught me. He eased me down onto the couch. Although I hated myself for my weakness, I began to sob uncontrollably.

“Shh, Annabel, it’s going to be all right.”

Jerking my head up, I stared at him in disbelief. “How can you possibly say that? Two innocent men were killed today because of me. They could just be the tip of the iceberg if Mendoza gets his way. Some of them could be your brothers. . . . It could even be Deacon or Bishop.”

Rev brought a hand up to cup my cheek. “Listen to me. You are not to blame for what happened today. You never asked to be kidnapped or to be Mendoza’s slave. Rescuing you was the right thing to do. This was all done to you, not by you.”

“I wish I could feel that way.”

“My Raiders brothers and I aren’t going to just sit back and let Mendoza win. We’ve been in church since the call came through from El Paso.” At what must’ve been my questioning look, Rev replied, “Church is what we call our meetings.”

I nodded in understanding. There was still so much of his world I had to learn about. “So you have a plan?” When Rev only nodded and didn’t seem ready to fill me in, I growled in frustration. “Be honest with me, dammit! This is your life and mine we’re talking about here.”

“Fine. You want to know all the details? Then here it is. Mendoza is a lieutenant for the Rodriguez drug cartel. If anyone can make him listen or take him out, they can. To get them on our side, we have offered them all our gun trade. The supplier we used to run guns for would simply ship to Texas and then go on to them in Mexico. At no charge.”

“Isn’t that bad for the Raiders businesswise?”

“It cuts us off at the knees in one way, and then in another it ensures that we go legitimate.”

“You’re willing to do all of that just for me?”

Rev smiled. “I would do all of that just for you, but in this case, it’s for all of us. We’ve been working to go legitimate for several months. It was a promise Deacon made to Alexandra to get her to marry him. It was also something we all wanted to do to honor Case’s memory.”

As I stared into Rev’s handsome face, I couldn’t help feeling like my love for him would overflow beyond the confines of my physical body. He was so loyal, so strong, and so honorable. I wanted their plan to work so much for him, for his brothers, and for me. Most of all, I wanted to stay strong for him.

Rising off the couch, Rev said, “You just have to have faith. In the meantime, we all need to lay low in case Mendoza knows more than he’s letting on.” He held out his hand. “Now hurry up with the packing. I need to be back to the roadhouse to supervise as soon as I can.”

When I stood up, Rev drew me back into his arms for a moment. “The only thing you need to be worrying about right now is how well you’ll handle being cooped up with a crowd.” He stared intently into my eyes. “Mendoza will never hurt you again. I swear.”

As I brought my lips to his, I wanted to believe him, but I just couldn’t seem to drive away the dark feeling of foreboding that enveloped me.

Three days into the lockdown felt like thirty days. Although I loved my new MC family, it was hard being cooped up together with tension weighing heavy in the air. I also couldn’t help feeling like people were staring at me because I was the source of the trouble. I didn’t bother voicing my concern to Rev because I knew he would say I was just being silly or paranoid.

Considering how laid-back everyone usually was, life during lockdown ran on a pretty strict schedule. There had to be order to ensure that everyone got fed, showered, and slept. Most of the men were housed down at the warehouse, since it was poorly insulated and heated. Rev and I barely had time alone since Bishop slept on the floor in our room with his flavor-of-the-week club whore. His bedroom had been given to Mama Beth, who was bunking with some of the older women.

It was also Alexandra’s first time on lockdown, and she wasn’t handling being cooped up any better than I was. Of course, she was also dealing with swollen feet, backaches, and exhaustion from being pregnant. At breakfast, she had appeared utterly spent and kept rubbing her lower back. She had excused herself in the middle of the meal and gone to lie down. After that, I was surprised that she insisted on helping out the officers’ old ladies who were in charge of meals.

We were all hard at work preparing the chicken and rice when Alexandra said, “Shit. I think we need more rice.”

I held my hand up to stop her. “Take it easy, mama. I’m on it,” I said as I headed into the giant pantry just off the kitchen. As I reached for the bulk-sized box of rice, I heard the door close behind me. I didn’t think much of it until a hand snaked around my waist, drawing me against a hard, familiar body. Although his intent was clear, I asked, “What are you doing?”

Rev’s reply came in the form of his warm tongue sliding up the column of my neck, causing me to shiver in pleasure. One of his hands slid from my waist up to cup my breast. When he squeezed it, I gasped and tried to turn toward him. His breath scorched my ear as he whispered, “I need you.”

“So badly you have to molest me in the pantry with your brothers’ old ladies outside?” I teased.

He rubbed his erection against my backside. “I need you,” he repeated, his voice deep with desire.

I turned slowly in his arms, making sure to rub every one of my curves against his body. In the dim glow from the lightbulb overhead, I could see the evidence of his desire in his face. His deep blue eyes were hooded, his strong jaw clenched. He made me feel so beautiful in moments like these, so wanted, so complete. Never defiled and degraded because of what I had been through.

Bringing my lips to his, I savored his rough and rugged handling of me. My arms came up to wrap around his neck, my fingers tangling through the strands of his long hair. His tongue slid across my lips, opening my mouth to allow him inside. Our tongues danced along together. When I tugged his hair, he groaned into my mouth.

His fingers came to fumble at the button on my jeans. Once he had them undone, he jerked the zipper down. And then one of his hands slipped inside, cupping me over my underwear. “Rev,” I moaned when his fingers delved into my panties to stroke me. My hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more friction. Back and forth his fingers slid over my clit, rubbing it, teasing it, and driving me mad when he wasn’t even inside me. I rubbed myself even harder against him, not caring that I’d positively soaked him with my need. And then I came faster than I ever had before. Eyes pinched shut. Legs giving way. Crying his name so loud that I was sure anyone in the next room could hear.

Rev pulled his hand out of my panties and jeans, and with eyes burning with lust, he proceeded to lick me off each one of his fingers. I grunted with frustration before reaching out to undo his jeans. “Quit teasing me and get inside me.”

He gave me a lazy grin. “If that’s what you want.”

I gripped his erection tight in my hand, causing him to suck in a breath. “Yeah, that’s what I want, and I’m pretty sure that’s what your dick wants, too.”

His eyes widened. “Annabel Percy, what a mouth you have on you.”

Smiling, I replied, “Being around bikers has been a bad influence.”

He chuckled. “Then a part of me hopes that lockdown doesn’t end anytime soon.”

I shoved his jeans down over his buttocks while he worked at tugging mine down my thighs. It probably would have been easier just to undress ourselves, but there was something much hotter about taking care of each other.

Once our pants and shoes were in a rumpled pile on the floor, Rev’s firm hands lifted me up to wrap my legs around his waist. He didn’t ease in. Instead, one powerful thrust had him filling my core. I gripped his shoulders hard, grinding my hips against him.

As he pounded in and out of me, we crashed back against one of the shelves, strewing boxes along the floor. Over and over, he surged into me. Each time he seemed to go deeper, reaching the perfect spot that caused me to moan and shudder. I gripped his shoulders tight, anchoring myself to him. He was always my lifeline—in and out of the bedroom.

Although I’d once had such a hard time coming with a man inside me, Rev knew exactly how to make me shatter around him. I cried out his name once again, burying my face in his neck. He began pumping harder and harder, and within a few moments, he was filling me with his warmth.

Once his hips stopped jerking, he stared at me intently. “I love you.”

I smiled. “I love you, too.”

He gave me a tender kiss. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

“Locked in a dusty pantry?” I asked teasingly.

“Smart-ass,” he muttered as he playfully smacked my bottom. “I meant, I wish I could stay inside you like this. The two of us joined as one.”

He had a way of melting my heart with his words. Sometimes it was still hard to believe such sensitive and tender things could come out of his mouth. I swept his hair out of his face and stared into his soulful blue eyes. “There’s nothing I want more than to be with you. Always.”

We had just started kissing again when a knock came at the door. “Annabel? Are you in there?” Alexandra asked.

“Um, yeah.”

“We really need the rice.”

“One sec!”

Quickly, Rev and I went about getting dressed and smoothing down our mussed hair. When Rev opened the door and I thrust the box of rice at Alexandra, her eyes widened, and she appeared flustered. “Sorry,” I mumbled.

She took the rice and backed slowly away from me. “No, I’m sorry to have interrupted.”

I quickly ushered Rev out of the pantry and closed the door. After taking in Rev’s and my guilty faces, Kim busted out laughing. “Were you two just fucking in the pantry?”

Rev and I were both so mortified we couldn’t reply. Kim patted my back. “Oh, honey, just about every one of us has fucked in there at least once before. Most of the time, we didn’t even have the excuse of being on lockdown.” She jerked her chin at Alexandra. “I even got an eyeful of Deacon’s bare ass when he had her up against the racks.”

“Kim!” Alexandra hissed, her face turning crimson.

“What?” With a wink at me, she added, “It’s a mighty fine ass, too. Maybe I should get a look at Rev’s to compare.”

It was then that the absolute absurdity of the moment overcame me, and I burst out laughing. I found that I couldn’t stop, and I ended up bent over, with tears streaming down my cheeks. When I finally recovered, everyone else had joined in laughing with me.

After wiping my eyes, I wagged a finger at Kim. “Sorry to disappoint you, but no one but me gets to see Rev’s ass.”

Rev’s eyes flashed with pleasure at my comment, while Kim only grinned. “I get it, sister. You’ve staked your claim. I’ll just have to settle for flashbacks of Deacon I guess until I get a peek at Bishop’s.”

While slowly stirring rice in a giant boiler, Alexandra said, “I’ll be the first to admit that Deacon has a very nice ass.” She threw a wicked glance at us over her shoulder. “Very firm when you grab or spank it, not to mention being very lickable.”

Rev groaned. “Do you mind? The last thing I want to hear is a description of my brother’s ass.”

While Kim and I laughed, Alexandra grimaced. The stirring spoon in her hand fell to the floor as she clutched her stomach. At her whimper, Kim, Rev, and I rushed forward.