“Of course he is. The kids need to get to know their new uncle.”
Doom kissed me quickly, then went to find a beer.
* * *
Doom left me at Harmony’s and transferred his bag from the compound to the house just in time for dinner. He’d stopped on the way back to pick up beer, wine, and treats for the kids, so he’d further cemented himself into the hearts of my family, and I couldn’t have loved him more for it. Well, I probably could have if he figured out a way to make wine safe to drink while pregnant, but since he wasn’t a god, I’d have to settle for him being perfect in every other way.
Laying in bed later that night, I snuggled close and ran my finger across one of the flames of his tattoo and kissed his chest. “How did you get involved with your club?”
“Dustin, my lieutenant, actually lit that fire. Pun intended,” he said. “Right after… ah… the accident, he decided to head back to Colorado. He’s from there and left for various reasons I won’t go into. He’s in a club out there, Primal Howlers, and was called back in.”
“Ooh, what’s his super cool club name?”
Doom chuckled. “Moses.”
“What do all of the patches on your vest mean?”
“Cut, baby.”
“What?”
“It’s called a cut. Not a vest. A vest is what Mr. Rogers wore.”
“Mr. Rogers wore a cardigan.”
He groaned. “Well, I don’t wear either, so please never call my cut a vest.”
I grinned. “Okay. Forget I asked. Go back to why you got into the club.”
“The Howlers and the Dogs have been friendly for a while and Moses had asked Doc to check in on me after all the shit that went down. He knew I’d isolate, especially after I quit, and since Doc’s like a fuckin’ dog with a bone, pun also intended, he dragged me into the club. Rabbit came with me and the rest is history, as they say. We did a big reorg a few months ago, so my patch is now that of VP, instead of Road Captain, but otherwise, nothing’s really changed.”
“That’s a promotion, right?”
“Yeah,” he said.
“Congratulations.”
“Thanks.”
“So, who’s who now?”
“Dash is Secretary and Badger’s Treasurer. Doc’s still prez and Alamo’s still Sergeant, so that’s really all that’s changed. We’re patchin’ in a couple of the recruits next month.”
“Who?”
“Mouse and Rabbit.”
“Can I patch in?” I asked, throwing the covers back and straddling his hips.
“No chicks in the band, Angel. Sorry.” He gripped my waist, lifting me slightly and guiding me onto his already hard cock.
I leaned over him and ran my tongue along his pulse. “Maybe this’ll change your mind.”
“Hard and fast rule, baby.” He thrust up when he said, “Hard.”
Kissing him again, I bit his lip. “How hard?”
He flipped me onto my back and dragged my hands above my head, pinning them to the mattress with one of his. “Hard.”
