Cassidy laughed. “Alcohol first, stories second.”
We all agreed it was a good idea, so we started with the alcohol, did some more dancing in the middle, then told stories while drinking more.
* * *
Jaxon
“And then her aunt toldher she sucked at being a nun and she needed to go live her life. Can you believe that?”
“I can’t,” I said, trying not to laugh.
Harmony was a little past tipsy and cute as hell, trying to relay the story of how Ryder and Sadie got together. However, she was telling me the details backwards and I didn’t have the heart to correct her.
“And his sister was kidnapped and hoomantrafficked,” she breathed out, her eyes filling with tears. “They beat her up when she tried to protect the little girl with her.”
I knew all of the details surrounding Scottie’s injuries from trying to keep the pieces of shit her captors paraded through the doors away from little Molly. Scarlett Carsen was a hero in my opinion, but if you said that to her, she’d sock you in the arm.
“I know they did, baby.”
“They arebathtards,” she slurred.
“I agree.”
We’d just pulled into the garage, our trip home quick since Booker and Knight took their women with them.
“Why do people do awful things like that?” she demanded. “Molly was a baby. In fact, so was Scottie.”
“I know, honey. I don’t know why. It’s why we do what we do, right?”
She bobbed her head up and down. “Yesssss. I want to get the bad guys, Jaxon.”
“And you will.” I smiled. “Stay put, I’m going to get you out.”
I jogged around the SUV and opened her door, grabbing her discarded purse and shoes from the floor. “Ready?”
She licked her lips and smiled. “Are you going to fuck me?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Oh my god, yes.”
“Are you gonna remember it in the morning?”
She rolled her eyes. “Remember the conversation we had about wine?”
“Yeah, baby. I’m kind of surprised you do too.”
“Well, wine makes me horny, but tequila? Tequila makes me freaky.”
“Oh yeah?” I rasped, my pants getting tight. “How freaky?”
She cocked her head. “Honestly? I don’t know. I’ve never been freaky with anyone before, but I want to get freaky with you. It’s time to soak my crops, baby.”
“Jesus,” I hissed, lifting her out of the truck.
“Yes. Exactly. I want to scream that when you fuck me dirty.”
I kissed her quickly before guiding her into the house where I dropped our shit to the floor, lifted her in my arms and carried her to our bed.
