Extraits

Dex stares at his brother, then scrubs a hand down his face. “Tell me again, Faye, exactly how this happened?”

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Dexter Black, romantic of the year,” I grumble.

Arrow and Irish walk into the room, and Irish whistles. “What have you gone and done, Faye?”

“Just a little fishing,” I reply, pushing my hair out of my face. “Caught myself something. But now it’s the men’s job to figure out what to do with it.” I dust off my hands. “I’m going to have a shower, then cuddle in bed with my kids. Good night.”

I go and do just that.

Spoiler(cliquez pour révéler)Let them solve the fuckup that is Eric Black.

“Are you saying that I win at being a biker’s old lady?” I tease, rolling over and kissing his lips. “When you have so much to lose, you’re going to fight, Dex. Anyone would. I’m not leaving my family. You’re going to be stuck with me for a long-ass time, don’t you worry.”

There’s a knock at the door, so I quickly throw on some clothes while Dex answers it.

“Faye,” he calls out, so I wander into the living room to see who is here. I stop in my tracks when I see them.

Arrow. Tracker. Irish. Rake. Vinnie. Talon. Ranger.

They stand in a line.

“Hey,” I say, scanning each of their faces. “What’s going on?”

“This is an intervention,” Rake says, crossing his arms over his chest.

I raise a brow. What did I do now?

My knees are shaky, and when I come back to myself, Dex has to put a hand on my stomach to hold me up and keep me in place. He comes shortly after, leaning over me and kissing the back of my neck. Even just the way he holds me, so possessively; yet he cherishes me at the same time. It’s an addictive mix. I fall to the mattress, with Dex on top of me, bracing his weight on his arms so he doesn’t squash me. His cock is against my thigh, and I can feel that it’s still a little hard. The man is a machine.

“Dex?”

“Yeah, babe.”

“I breathe you.”

I hear the smile in his voice when he says, “I breathe you too, babe.”

“I hear you’re super smart.”

“And where did you hear that?”

“Around.”

“I’m just a big, dumb biker, Faye,” he says as he licks his fingers, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“And I’m just a woman,” I reply, winking.

He throws his head back and laughs. “Anyone who thinks you’re just a woman is stupid. You remind me of that woman from Vikings, you know, the TV series?”

“Lagertha?” I ask, eyes going wide as saucers. I love Lagertha. She’s my fucking hero, and if that’s who he’s talking about, Ranger is going to be my new best friend.

“Yeah,” he says, smiling. “You watch the show, huh? She’s badass. Totally you.”

I step closer to him again. Fuck the crumbs. “I’m going to hug you now.”

“Okaaaaay,” he says, watching me while I wrap my arms around him. He pats my back awkwardly, with fingers he just licked, but I don’t even care. “So call you Lagertha to get in your good books. Noted.”

“See,” I say. “You are smart.”

“We’re all smart in different ways.”

“But you’re smart in the ways that count,” I joke, pulling back and letting go of him. “And you have several degrees. Don’t tell Lana that; she’ll use you like an encyclopedia for her books.”

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I’m a little jealous I won’t be going on the ride tonight, but the men should have their bonding time, or whatever they want to call it. Maybe I’ll ask Dex to take me on a ride tomorrow.

Just the two of us.

Maybe we can fuck on his bike afterward.

“Why are you making your sex face?” Dex asks as he wanders in, taking the rest of the quiche from my hands and popping it into his mouth. “Ohhh,” he groans. “That’s why. These are amazing.”

“Well, yes they are, but I was thinking about us going for a ride tomorrow and then fucking on your bike somewhere.”

He stills, smiles, then pulls me up against him. “That sounds fuckin’ perfect. How did I get so lucky?”

A quick kiss, and then he’s gone.

Lucky indeed.

I’m like Lagertha.

“Does anyone else feel like a skank when we play Never Have I Ever?” Tia asks, drinking from her cup. In celebration of me being alive, we’re having a gathering at the clubhouse, and we’re playing a version of the game we call Circle of Death. It’s probably our favorite drinking game, and we’ll find any excuse to play.

“Never have I ever had a threesome,” I say, then glance around the table. Whoever drinks has had a threesome before, and I’m curious to see who. Yes, this game is personal and invasive, and you learn things about one another that you probably never wanted to know. When Tia and Lana drink, I stand up with my mouth wide open. “Lana! Oh my god!”

She covers her face with her hands and tells us to shut up.

“Tracker is such a lucky man,” I say, laughing. I look at Bailey. “Not going to lie, kind of expected you to have had one with Rake. Thought he might have corrupted you by now.”

“Rake’s had enough of that to last him a lifetime, I think,” Bailey says in a dry tone, but I don’t miss the amusement dancing in her eyes. I raise my hand and give Tia a high five. “You’ll have to tell me the details later,” I tell her, then lower my voice. “I’m assuming it wasn’t with Talon?”

She shakes her head, cringing a little. “Another story for another day.”

I love Tia. I’m so glad Bailey brought her into our lives.

It’s Anna’s turn next, and when she picks up a card and mutters, “Fuck,” I grin. What is it?”

She puts the card down, and it’s a king.

Everyone starts laughing and cheering. All night we’ve been pouring from our drinks into one cup in the center of the table, and whoever pulled the last king would have to drink it. Anna eyes the cup filled with a mix of vodka, beer, and wine with distaste, but like a true champion, she picks it up and brings it to her nose. “It smells so bad,” she says, before starting to pound it. We all cheer until she’s done, putting the now-empty cup back on the table. She quickly chases it down with her own drink, making a face of disgust. “I’m going to throw up tonight, I just know it.”

“Meh, we’ve all been there,” I say, grinning. I lift my glass in the air. Spoiler(cliquez pour révéler)“To not being kidnapped anymore!”

We clink our glasses.

Dex walks into the room with Asher in his arms, eyeing all of us and the mess of cans, bottles, and snacks on the table. He sighs and walks back out of the room. I don’t know why, but that just makes us laugh harder.

“I love you, Dex.”

He looks up from between my breasts. “I love you too, fairy.”

I lay my head back, flat against the bed, close my eyes and smile.

Time to stop thinking, and feel.

He cuts off my ridiculous rant with his mouth on mine, pushing me back on the bed, his weight on top of me. The kiss deepens, his tongue against mine, my hands running down his bare back. My fingers run over his dragon tattoo. I can feel the slightly raised indents from the ink. His kiss is passionate and hungry. I can’t get close enough to him; I want him to be inside me.

“Where were you, Mama?” Clover asks, her strawberry-scented hair filling my nostrils. I kiss the top of her head, patting her gently on the back. “I had to go away for work, sweetie. I’m so sorry I didn’t call you, but it was very important, okay? I don’t want you to worry. I’m here now.”

I look to my left, where Asher is asleep on my arm.

This.

This is all I wanted to be able to do again. When people say it’s the small things in life, they mean this. Lying here in bed, my children with me, my husband cooking me something to eat—nothing can be better. Nothing.

He’s made his decision, and now it’s time to make mine.

Who says it always has to be Dex saving me?

I’m a hero in my own right.

I pull the trigger.

Sin:

Faye is the love of my life. I’ve never really been a romantic, or one to believe in soul mates and shit, but that woman was made for me. A hundred fuckin’ percent.