Plus, every single person that drove into the hospital via the main entrance had to see the sight as they passed.
I was so busy paying attention to what was behind the group of bikers—both the men of Free and Hoax’s club—that I hadn’t realized how close we were until two strong arms hooked around my waist and pulled me into a tight hug.
“Baby.”
Hoax’s voice was like a balm to my soul.
I hadn’t realized how anxious and sad I’d been until I was exactly where I needed to be.
My eyes started to sting, and my nose itched.
And soon, I was no longer able to control my tears. “Mr. M is dead.”
Hoax’s hand went up to my neck and pushed, but I didn’t need the prompt. I was already burying my face into the crook of his neck and letting my tears free.
My sister, whose hand I was somehow still holding, squeezed in there, too.
Hoax started to laugh, but slung an arm around her shoulders, too.
“What am I, chopped liver?” I heard my dad’s amused voice say.
My mother answered him, something low and intimate, and I was fairly sure that I didn’t want to know what it was.
I loved my parents. I loved that they loved each other. What I did not love was the fact that they were still gross and did things that I didn’t want to know about.
And neither were they discreet about how in love they still were with each other.
Thunder, sudden and shocking, had me backing out of Hoax’s body and glancing up.
My mouth dropped open in surprise.
In the few minutes that I’d been out there, not once had I glanced up at the sky to see the dark clouds rolling in.
Those dark clouds looked foreboding and ominous.
“What a perfect end to a crappy situation,” my sister mumbled.
Then, of course, I heard my dad say, “It’s baby making weather.”
I gagged, sniffling as I did. “Yuck, Dad.”
My dad grinned unrepentantly.
That particular saying was something he and the rest of the men now staring at me said quite a bit.
“What’s baby making weather?” Hoax innocently asked.
“Baby making weather.” Dad pointed up. “When you’re shut inside because it’s raining too hard to do anything else but fuc…” My mom placed her hand over my dad’s mouth. Then she cursed and pulled her hand back with a glare.
“You bit me!”
Dad winked.
Hoax’s hand around my waist tightened.
I finally let go of Phoebe’s hand, and she stepped away.
“Well, I gotta go,” Phoebe said. “Y’all have fun walking to BF Egypt to get your cars.”
We all watched Phoebe walk to her jacked up truck, the older model Chevy that my mother had when she was our age, and get in. Without a single care or fuck, she left, gassing it the moment she got onto the road.
“That girl is going to get herself into trouble one of these days,” Elliott muttered.
We all looked at Elliott, the comedian and resident egger-onner of the group, and stared.
He threw his head back and laughed. “I wasn’t the one to teach her how to be trouble!”
Dad grunted.
I turned back to Hoax, who was staring down at me.
“Looks like I’m completely clear and free for a few days. Convenient, right?” I smiled.
His eyes studied mine. “Like the results, but not sure I like how those results came to be. I don’t like the idea of you being here, unsafe, while I’m thousands of miles away and unable to get here if you need me.”
My heart lurched.
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” my dad mused. “If this shit doesn’t get fixed, they won’t be returning.”
I rolled my eyes.
Hoax’s lit with amusement.
“I guess I should count myself lucky that you have this support system here for when I can’t be available,” he murmured softly.
I studied his eyes, which were semi-shielded by the brim of his cap.
“But who’s going to take care of you?”
His eyes smiled. “Don’t worry. One day you’ll meet some of my buddies, and you’ll realize I’m in good hands.”
“I have good hands,” I told him.
He whispered into my ear, “How about we go see what baby making weather is all about?”
Chapter 12
I don’t just flirt with disaster. I give it a fucking orgasm.
-Hoax to Pru
Hoax
“Just come inside for a minute, fucker,” Bayou growled in frustration.
I rolled my eyes, looking longingly at Pru’s house, which I’d just come from because Bayou had called with an urgent request for me to come over.
Leaving Pru to take a shower—which she’d been in for quite a long time—I walked outside and was going to speak to Bayou out there, but then he’d ordered me to come inside for a second.
“It’ll take thirty seconds. I just want to show you something,” he lied.
I stretched my neck, following him inside. “If you make me miss her getting out of the shower, all hot and slippery, I’ll fucking kill…”
“Surprise!”
I blinked at all the people.
Rome and Izzy, with their new daughter Astrid.
Wade and Landry—who looked pale but happy sitting on Bayou’s couch.
Conleigh and Linc.
Zee, Castiel, Liner and Brielle.
Everyone that mattered but one really important person.
“You didn’t invite Pru?” I asked, sounding calm.
However, I was anything but calm. In fact, I was actually quite pissed, and getting more pissed by the second.
“Figured she’d come with you,” Brielle muttered.
Bayou frowned and turned. “You were supposed to walk outside and talk to her about coming. You were supposed to get him here by talking to her…what did you talk about for all that time if you didn’t invite her over here?”
Brielle’s cheeks flushed when she had everyone’s attention focused in on her.
I narrowed my eyes at my cousin.
“You need to get over whatever thing you have against her,” I told Brielle. “Because she and I are going to be married one day.”
Brielle’s eyes widened. Conleigh squealed.
I rolled my eyes.
“I gotta go back and get her. If she doesn’t want to come, y’all are SOL.” I told them all.
Shit outta luck.
Every man there seemed to be in understanding. Brielle, however, didn’t.
“You’d leave your own going away party?”
In answer to her irate question, I turned my back on her and walked out.
By the time I got back to Pru’s place—which had become mine as I’d stayed at it over the last few days—I locked the door and stepped over both Doohickey and Bacon.
Redbird and Bluebird watched me pass and didn’t say a word. Though, that was likely because they were both watching the television—the rude man cooking show that everyone seemed to really love when he told someone they were complete shit at cooking—and walked to the bedroom. Then I went even further to the shower.
That was still, might I add, running.
How long did a shower take?
I knocked on the door. “Pru?”
“Yes?” Pru squeaked.
“What are you doing in there?” I asked.
“Shaving every single hair on my body so I can fuck you blind,” came her answer.
My dick immediately hardened.
“Uhh,” I paused. “And that requires almost forty-eight minutes in the shower to do?”
“Yes,” she said. “I also waxed my vagina and asshole for you…that’s what took the majority of the time.”
Annnnnd that was when my dick became something that I’d have to deal with before I took her to a party with my friends.
I twisted the knob and walked inside, startled to find Pru bent over in the shower shaving her toes.
“I’m not sure I’d notice any hair on your toes,” I told her as I got my fill of her.
With her leg propped up on the side of the shower, I could see everything that had become quite important to me since I’d met her.
Her pussy was slick as water cascaded down her back, and I could quite clearly see the hole of both her pussy and her ass—and she was right. Both were quite perfectly bare and free of any hair.
I was so busy paying attention to what was behind the group of bikers—both the men of Free and Hoax’s club—that I hadn’t realized how close we were until two strong arms hooked around my waist and pulled me into a tight hug.
“Baby.”
Hoax’s voice was like a balm to my soul.
I hadn’t realized how anxious and sad I’d been until I was exactly where I needed to be.
My eyes started to sting, and my nose itched.
And soon, I was no longer able to control my tears. “Mr. M is dead.”
Hoax’s hand went up to my neck and pushed, but I didn’t need the prompt. I was already burying my face into the crook of his neck and letting my tears free.
My sister, whose hand I was somehow still holding, squeezed in there, too.
Hoax started to laugh, but slung an arm around her shoulders, too.
“What am I, chopped liver?” I heard my dad’s amused voice say.
My mother answered him, something low and intimate, and I was fairly sure that I didn’t want to know what it was.
I loved my parents. I loved that they loved each other. What I did not love was the fact that they were still gross and did things that I didn’t want to know about.
And neither were they discreet about how in love they still were with each other.
Thunder, sudden and shocking, had me backing out of Hoax’s body and glancing up.
My mouth dropped open in surprise.
In the few minutes that I’d been out there, not once had I glanced up at the sky to see the dark clouds rolling in.
Those dark clouds looked foreboding and ominous.
“What a perfect end to a crappy situation,” my sister mumbled.
Then, of course, I heard my dad say, “It’s baby making weather.”
I gagged, sniffling as I did. “Yuck, Dad.”
My dad grinned unrepentantly.
That particular saying was something he and the rest of the men now staring at me said quite a bit.
“What’s baby making weather?” Hoax innocently asked.
“Baby making weather.” Dad pointed up. “When you’re shut inside because it’s raining too hard to do anything else but fuc…” My mom placed her hand over my dad’s mouth. Then she cursed and pulled her hand back with a glare.
“You bit me!”
Dad winked.
Hoax’s hand around my waist tightened.
I finally let go of Phoebe’s hand, and she stepped away.
“Well, I gotta go,” Phoebe said. “Y’all have fun walking to BF Egypt to get your cars.”
We all watched Phoebe walk to her jacked up truck, the older model Chevy that my mother had when she was our age, and get in. Without a single care or fuck, she left, gassing it the moment she got onto the road.
“That girl is going to get herself into trouble one of these days,” Elliott muttered.
We all looked at Elliott, the comedian and resident egger-onner of the group, and stared.
He threw his head back and laughed. “I wasn’t the one to teach her how to be trouble!”
Dad grunted.
I turned back to Hoax, who was staring down at me.
“Looks like I’m completely clear and free for a few days. Convenient, right?” I smiled.
His eyes studied mine. “Like the results, but not sure I like how those results came to be. I don’t like the idea of you being here, unsafe, while I’m thousands of miles away and unable to get here if you need me.”
My heart lurched.
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” my dad mused. “If this shit doesn’t get fixed, they won’t be returning.”
I rolled my eyes.
Hoax’s lit with amusement.
“I guess I should count myself lucky that you have this support system here for when I can’t be available,” he murmured softly.
I studied his eyes, which were semi-shielded by the brim of his cap.
“But who’s going to take care of you?”
His eyes smiled. “Don’t worry. One day you’ll meet some of my buddies, and you’ll realize I’m in good hands.”
“I have good hands,” I told him.
He whispered into my ear, “How about we go see what baby making weather is all about?”
Chapter 12
I don’t just flirt with disaster. I give it a fucking orgasm.
-Hoax to Pru
Hoax
“Just come inside for a minute, fucker,” Bayou growled in frustration.
I rolled my eyes, looking longingly at Pru’s house, which I’d just come from because Bayou had called with an urgent request for me to come over.
Leaving Pru to take a shower—which she’d been in for quite a long time—I walked outside and was going to speak to Bayou out there, but then he’d ordered me to come inside for a second.
“It’ll take thirty seconds. I just want to show you something,” he lied.
I stretched my neck, following him inside. “If you make me miss her getting out of the shower, all hot and slippery, I’ll fucking kill…”
“Surprise!”
I blinked at all the people.
Rome and Izzy, with their new daughter Astrid.
Wade and Landry—who looked pale but happy sitting on Bayou’s couch.
Conleigh and Linc.
Zee, Castiel, Liner and Brielle.
Everyone that mattered but one really important person.
“You didn’t invite Pru?” I asked, sounding calm.
However, I was anything but calm. In fact, I was actually quite pissed, and getting more pissed by the second.
“Figured she’d come with you,” Brielle muttered.
Bayou frowned and turned. “You were supposed to walk outside and talk to her about coming. You were supposed to get him here by talking to her…what did you talk about for all that time if you didn’t invite her over here?”
Brielle’s cheeks flushed when she had everyone’s attention focused in on her.
I narrowed my eyes at my cousin.
“You need to get over whatever thing you have against her,” I told Brielle. “Because she and I are going to be married one day.”
Brielle’s eyes widened. Conleigh squealed.
I rolled my eyes.
“I gotta go back and get her. If she doesn’t want to come, y’all are SOL.” I told them all.
Shit outta luck.
Every man there seemed to be in understanding. Brielle, however, didn’t.
“You’d leave your own going away party?”
In answer to her irate question, I turned my back on her and walked out.
By the time I got back to Pru’s place—which had become mine as I’d stayed at it over the last few days—I locked the door and stepped over both Doohickey and Bacon.
Redbird and Bluebird watched me pass and didn’t say a word. Though, that was likely because they were both watching the television—the rude man cooking show that everyone seemed to really love when he told someone they were complete shit at cooking—and walked to the bedroom. Then I went even further to the shower.
That was still, might I add, running.
How long did a shower take?
I knocked on the door. “Pru?”
“Yes?” Pru squeaked.
“What are you doing in there?” I asked.
“Shaving every single hair on my body so I can fuck you blind,” came her answer.
My dick immediately hardened.
“Uhh,” I paused. “And that requires almost forty-eight minutes in the shower to do?”
“Yes,” she said. “I also waxed my vagina and asshole for you…that’s what took the majority of the time.”
Annnnnd that was when my dick became something that I’d have to deal with before I took her to a party with my friends.
I twisted the knob and walked inside, startled to find Pru bent over in the shower shaving her toes.
“I’m not sure I’d notice any hair on your toes,” I told her as I got my fill of her.
With her leg propped up on the side of the shower, I could see everything that had become quite important to me since I’d met her.
Her pussy was slick as water cascaded down her back, and I could quite clearly see the hole of both her pussy and her ass—and she was right. Both were quite perfectly bare and free of any hair.
