Neither of the men seem to have an issue with being around each other, and I’m grateful for that. It has to be a mix of wanting me happy and being in the same club. Whatever it is, I’m glad that they can work together and be civil. Not that there isn’t jealousy, but for the most part we work well as a newly found pack, and I’m excited to see what our future looks like.
“Did he deserve it?” Cash asks.
“Definitely fuckin’ sounded like it. If he would have spoken to Lily like that he’d have more than a broken nose,” Axel responds.
“Someone would have to have a death wish to mess with our girl,” Cash comments, and I smirk, shaking my head.
I love the possessiveness they have for me, might even crave it.
I consider calling Tate and asking him to come to the bonfire, but I don’t have to because he strolls out of the clubhouse with a lit cigarette between his lips. He looks so fucking good, and I think I need a repeat of what we did in the clubhouse the other night.
“Fuck, darlin’,” Axel murmurs, no doubt my scent is perfuming more than I’d like right now.Stupid Omega pheromones, always giving me away.
I squirm in his lap. “I can’t help it that everyone in my pack is really hot.”
“But I’m the hottest. It’s okay, you can admit it,” Axel counters, and I push his shoulder.
“You’re all equally attractive in my eyes,” I reply, and I truly mean it. Each of them is handsome and lovely in their own way, and they’re each mine.
“I can feel your need down the bond, little Omega,” Tate teases, leaning down and placing a kiss on my lips.
“Well, are you three going to do something about it, or are we going to sit by this fire all night?” I ask with a smirk.
“That’s it, let’s go home then,” Axel orders.
Tate takes a step back as Axel scoops me up.
“You don’t have to carry me,” I chastise, even though I totally want him to carry me.
“I’ll carry my bride wherever I please, thank you very much.”
“She’s also our Omega,” Tate reminds Axel impatiently, pointing to Cash and himself.
“Semantics. Y’all better hurry up if you don’t want to be locked out of the bedroom,” Axel jokes as he runs away with me in his arms. I laugh frantically as I wrap my arms around his neck and look back at the rest of my pack.
My fucking pack.
I’m so in love, and I don’t want to ever hide it. The world could change in the blink of an eye, and it’s important to hold onto what’s important in life. Sometimes the road traveled is painful, but this one was worth it.
I went from being nobody’s darlin’ to having my dream pack and building the life I always wanted for myself. So I don’t plan on wasting a second of this new life I’ve found.
The road ahead isn’t going to be easy. Who knows what tomorrow is going to bring, but I choose to live in this moment with my chosen family, surrounded with love. The Dead Palms’ future is unpredictable, but I think we all know it’s something worth fighting for.
The issuewith traveling with three bikers is the limited amount of space you have when packing for a trip. Cash was the one who had to bite the bullet and add the pull-along cargo trailer to his bike.
He’s pissed about it but doesn’t complain as he tows all of our shit, and I ride on the back of Tate’s bike.
I make a note to treat Cash extra special when we get to our hotel tonight. Luckily, New Orleans is only a little under six hours away. We’ve stopped each hour to stretch our legs and for me to switch whose bike I ride on the back of.
I squeeze my arms around Tate and rest my chin on his shoulder. I love riding with each one of them, but Tate is the most touchy-feely when I’m on his bike. I swear it’s anaphrodisiac for him, not that we really need much help in that department.
We’re nearly in the city and stopped at a stoplight when he rubs on my thighs. I accidentally bump my helmet against his, and he curses.
“Stupid fuckin’ helmet,” he complains.
Legally, he doesn’t have to wear one while we’re home, but he does through the states we’re riding through. I wish he would wear one all the time, but he’s been a pain in the ass about it. Axel at least wears one when I ride with him, but I’ve caught him more than once not wearing it when he’s out with the club.
We pull up to the hotel, the guys parking their bikes before I hop off. Somehow the humidity is even worse here, and it slaps me in the face as I remove my helmet.
