“Good morning, beautiful.”
She smiles but averts her eyes.
“What do I have to do or say to make you believe that you’re beautiful?”
Her nose scrunches, but it gives me an idea.
“Are you ticklish?” I ask with a raised brow.
Her eyes narrow warily. “I am... Isn’t everyone?”
She can’t even lie, knowing it’s to her detriment.
I jump up and roll her onto her back. She squeals in surprise. I grab her tiny hands and raise them above her head. Her bright-green eyes and mouth are wide, and it makes me give her a wicked smile while leaning over her. “Now say ‘I’m beautiful.’”
Her head rocks from side to side. My free hand rises. She bucks as I slowly trail my fingers down her arm. Her breathing quickens as I get closer, then I gently dig my fingers into her side and her underarm. Her laugh is like music to my ears as she wiggles and bucks from side to side, still laughing.
“Okay, okay,” she says through heavy breaths. She looks me in the eyes, looking so serious, and says, “Reaper, you’re beautiful.”
My hands go straight to her sensitive spots again, and she cackles in laughter while trying to get out of my hold. “My woman has a smart mouth on her!”
“Okay, fine!” she says louder. “I’m beautiful.”
I smile from ear to ear. “That’s more like it.”
Her chest is heaving, and I can’t help but admire her perfect tits. My head moves to her boob, and my tongue rolls around the tight pink nub. A small gasp escapes from her mouth. I take her mouth in mine and devour her. I’ll never tire of this.
* * *
Breakfast was amazing as always,but afterward, when Ava, Elena, and the sweet butts go to clean up, I call for a meeting in church.
I’m at the head of the table and observe the men. Viper as VP is on one side and Bomber as sergeant at arms is on the other. The other men follow around the table.
“It’s time to decide Rage’s fate, whether we will patch him in. All hands raise in agreement,” I say as I raise my hand.
Around the table, everyone raises theirs with no hesitation. Rage has felt a part of this family since he arrived, but we have a process, and every prospect has to earn their right to wear the club’s patches.
“Ava is my ol’ lady, and I’ll be getting her a property cut.” I peer down at the table. “Cash, can you organize this?”
He nods his head sharply.
Axle chuckles, making me look at him. “Have you got something to say?”
“Elena told me Ava didn’t like that she was wearing one, especially the term ‘property of.’”
I frown. I didn’t even think about that. “Ava’s husband has gone missing. We need to be on high alert. Ava and Elena are not allowed to leave the compound.”
“Why is Elena not allowed to leave?” Axle asks.
“I think he’ll come for Ava, and I don’t want to give him any leverage. It won’t be forever, and we can review this at a later stage, but until I find out about Beau’s whereabouts, I want the women to remain here under our protection.”
“That’s a good plan. Thanks, Pres,” Axle replies. “Before Beau went into hiding, Elena told me he was sending her and her parents messages, threatening to kill himself if he doesn’t see Ava.”
“Did she tell him to get it over and done with already? Saves us the hassle.”
Everyone’s eyes fall on Demon, and from the amusement on the men’s faces, I’d say he said out loud what everyone else was thinking.
“Twitch, do whatever you have to. I need to find him.”
