We headed into the kitchen and I reveled in the love my kids showed me. I was so glad I was home.
Maisie
“We don’t need to do this,” Hatch said once we’d climbed off his bike. “Say the word, and I’ll take you back to bed and bury myself deep again.”
I shivered at the thought, closing my eyes and biting my lip before forcing myself to shake the desire to have him fuck me again.
“Your brothers haven’t slept working to get you out, love,” I said, trying to calm my hair and hide my red-ringed eyes. I still found myself bursting into tears if he was out of my sight for more than a minute. “They deserve to see you, too. Even Flash and Jamie recognize that.”
Payton was bringing our boys in a little while so that I could be on the back of my man’s bike.
He frowned. “Yeah. But we’re gonna make it quick.”
“I’m good with that.”
He tucked me protectively under his arm and we walked inside.
“Hatch!” Flea bellowed, jogging toward us.
Hatch released me, sort of. He removed his arm from my waist, but took my hand as Flea pulled him in for a hug.
“Let’s get you a beer...or twelve.”
Hatch chuckled, keeping a tight hold on me as we moved through the room. His brothers each hugged him, then handed him a tequila shot, which Hatch took, until I decided to slow things down.
“The man needs to eat,” I said. “You can get him wasted later.”
The room erupted in laughs and I guided Hatch toward the kitchen. Before we could get any further, however, we heard the roar of pipes outside. Since the majority of the club members were already here, I figured it was probably Minus and his crew.
“It’s the Saints!” Booker confirmed after checking the security monitors.
“Let ’em in,” Crow said, and the motor on the rolling bay doors activated. A group of five Burning Saints rode up, parked and got off their bikes.
Minus pulled off his helmet, followed by Clutch.
“What the fuck is he doing here!” Hatch growled, advancing toward the giant third man standing between Sweet Pea and Ropes.
