I snort. “Yeah? What trope am I?”
Tank tips his head to the side, gaze flicking between me and Joy then back again. “Friends to lovers, single mom, grumpy sunshine. You’re hitting all the popular ones.”
I open my mouth to argue with his assessment, before closing it. Sheisa sunshine single mom and I am a grumpy asshole. And you know what? I’ll fucking take friends to lovers too. I’ll take whatever Joy can give me. I didn’t become a doctor accidentally. I became one because I was so fucking single-minded in what I wanted to do with my life. I trained for years, worked hard and reached my dream. That same single-mindedness is going to winme my Ol Lady. No matter if it takes me years, Joy and Kit will be mine.
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“You’ve got everything set up, right?” Nitro asks, gaze intense as he stares at Jazz, stiffly walking with her sister to the table the women have taken over at our last stop.
“Babe, what do you think?” I roll my eyes, turning back to the bar to get our drinks. Water for Jazz and two lemonades for Nitro and myself. With Jazz alternating whose bike she's on the back of, we both need to be on our game. Nothing can happen to her.
Nitro’s shoulders relax a little as he grunts at me. I understand his bitching. But at the same time he needs to get off my ass. The massage table is all set up in our spare room, as is the hot tub on our back deck that I’ve been hiding for the past 24hours while I got it set up and filled. She’s going to love it. And in turn, so will I. My luscious woman sitting in the hot tub, sore joints and tired muscles relaxing as the water glistens on her big tits, Nitro behind her fingering her tight pussy? Fuck me, my cock throbs behind my zipper.
Nitro growls before nipping at my throat, soothing the sting with his tongue. “Soon, baby,” he whispers, pulling back with a cockteasing smirk as he picks up Jazz’s glass and swaggers in her direction.
“So, things look like they’re going swimmingly with you all,” Rider snorts, holding up his beer at me before stalking to the corner, phone in hand, thumb flying over the screen.
“He’s got a woman. I’m fucking sure of it,” Pops growls beside me.
“Who? Rider?” Chewy’s narrowed gaze flies to Rider, lips pursed. I know that look. That’s the look of someone who has a puzzle to crack.
“Hear me out, let's just leave it and see what happens.” I take a sip of my lemonade.
“See what happens?” Chewy asks in what I’m guessing is her shocked voice. “When have I ever ‘left it and seen what happens’?”
I blink slowly at her. “Are you telling me all the weird fucking things you do when you’re interrogating have been well thought out and planned and you know the exact outcome?”
“Of course I do. I wouldn't do them if I didn’t already know the outcome.” I raise a brow at her. “Well, OK, I didn’t quite know that Renae Sullivan wouldexplode, but really, I don’t think anyone figured that would happen.”
“Chewy, anyone who has seen Looney Tunes would know.”
“I don’t know what a Loony Tunes is.” She gives me a weird look before walking off, her slightly rounded belly pressing against her tight Metallica shirt.
Pops has his gaze narrowed on Rider across the bar, his face lit up by his phone screen as he grins down at it.
“He deserves to find someone,” Pops says in a quiet voice. “He’s a good boy. A pain in the fucking ass, but a good boy. Hopefully whoever he, or she is, they bring him happiness.” I take in the old man. Since the first day he stepped foot on DRMC dirt, he’s been our biggest pain in the ass, and our biggest champion. “Hopefully they make him jump through some hoops first because damn, someone needs to pay that fucker back for all the annoying shit he gets up to.” He slaps me on the back harder than he really needs to, and wanders off to get in Switch’s face. Probably about Joy.
The shy woman seems to be opening up a little, with the help of my Ol Lady and her gang of unruly women. As far as support systems go, it’s a pretty fucking good one. Jazz’s gaze meets mine and she beams at me, making my heart skip a beat. Like a damned tractor beam I move through the crowd toward her, bending to press a kiss to her lush lips before plonking my glass down on the table, hooking her under her arms and stealing her seat, placing her in my lap. She giggles, then settles into me, her left hand finding Nitro’s leg in the seat beside us as she carries on her conversation with Joy as if nothing happened.
Marx’s loud as fuck whistle breaks through all the chatter and laughter at the bar, all our attention on our Prez and his Ol lady who are standing at the front of the bar.
“So, as you all know this poker run is to raise money for the DRMC Community Center. As all of you are aware, the Center helps people finish their education, helps with training for the work place, and gently helps people get back on track. This money will go towards keeping our programs running. A portion of it will also be used to celebrate the first students to graduate-”
“We may be old, but we got there!” A jovial voice calls out from the back, beer raised.
“Thats right, you fucking did!” Marx whoops. “So, raise your glasses, bring up your poker hands and let's celebrate the achievements of the Community Center graduates!”
“Wait! One more thing!” Judge yells from his position. “She said yes!” His voice booms out through the bar just before a deafening roar fills the space.
Jazz claps and bounces in my lap, not helping my dick situation one bit, but fuck, who am I to complain? She slowly gets up to her feet, the hours of riding on the bike obviously causing her some discomfort. She figured the frequent stops would help with that but clearly I need her in that hot tubsooner, rather than later. Before I can say anything she's off with her girls, celebrating Kaia.
“We should really ask Jazz to -”
“Don’t. Fucking. Think. About. It.” Jules growls from behind us. How the hell the Tombs move all sneaky like that I have no clue.
“Why the fuck not? She’s our woman, we can propose whenever we like,” Nitro hisses.
“Just make sure it’s after tonight.” Jules’ gaze moves to Vi, softening as she laughs like a fucking maniac from across the room. “I have plans. Miss Flora is already at our house, getting things into place.”
