My mind drifts back to when Nat and I first started dating. It was all new for me. Why would I date when I had pussy on tap? I had my favorite cut sluts and I kept them very busy. Then one night there she was. Dancing at the Death Riders’ bar, long dark hair swaying, thick thighs rubbing in her tight jeans, a peek of soft belly on show when her top rode up, and fucking tits for days. Yeah the body got me looking, but it was her face and those big, dark eyes that pulled me in. I knew as soon as I laid eyes on her that she was going to be fucking dangerous, and she was. She got something no woman had ever gotten from me before. My heart. And she knew exactly how to play me because of it.
“Are you coming in or are you just gonna stand here looking goofy?” My Ol Lady asks, leaning on the open door, a smirk on her face.
“Just thinking about our early days.”
A grin grows on her face. “Oh, where you had to actually work to get into my pants?”
I snake an arm around her waist and pull her roughly into me, smacking a kiss on her plump lips. “Fuck me, did you make me work.”
“And you’re still working to this day.” Her fingers walk up my chest before booping my nose.
I nip at her finger while my hand drifts to the plump ass that only got plumper after having Rosie. I slip my hand down the back of her jeans, under her panties about to travel just a little lower before thumping footsteps come running through the house, Rosie launching herself at my legs.
“Dadda!”
Nat snorts, “Try again later, lover.” She kisses me and even licks at my bottom lip before she runs her hands through Rosie’s hair. “Dadda is home, baby!”
“Yay!” Rosie tries to jump and it kills me every time. I don’t know why toddlers can’t get any air between their little fat feet and the floor, but it’s cute as fuck.
I pick up my girl, making sure to launch her in the air so I can hear her giggles. “Come on baby. Let's go tell mommy what happened when Sasha came bursting into Church today,” I tell Rosie in a sing-song voice.
“Sasha?” Nat spins on her heel. “As in Roman’s Sasha?”
“Yeah, get this, he wanted Valentine’s advice.”
“Oh, this is gonna be goooood,” Nat cackles. “Give me all the deets, don’t miss anything because I’ll need to relay it to my girls.”
“As you wish, baby.”
Ana
“So, I did what you suggested.”
“I suggest a lot of things,” I tell my friend as I watch Jr chew the leg of the coffee table. “Do you think that’s normal?”
Sasha’s gaze lands on Jr before he snorts. “I’m not sure why you would think you’d have a normal child. His father is a Tombs.”
“Ha ha,” I throw back sarcastically. “Now, tell me about this amazing advice I gave you?”
“I went to the MC, crashed Church and asked them for help with Valentine’s Day.”
I stare at him in horror. I am pretty damn sure I have never once told him to do that. “What the hell? When did I give youthatadvice? Actually, screw that, what did they say?”
“Well, they were organising celebrations for their ah, um, my English isn’t so good. It’s my second language you know.” Sasha’s eyes dart out the window as he wriggles in his seat.
I narrow my gaze. “Sasha.”
“They’re planning a poker run? I don’t know what that is. But they welcomed me to bring Roman to the after event.”
“And why do you want to bring Roman?” I still have no idea what is going on.
The big blonde huffs out a breath. “I want to celebrate love with my husband. Our roles make it impossible to do that in any type of way outside of the privacy of our own home, and even then it’s behind closed doors so the staff don’t see.”
I soften a little. My best friend and his husband love each other to distraction, but I understand how they have to hide from the Bratva and the wider outside world. Very few people know that their close friendship is more a marriage.
“OK, Sash, what is your plan?”
Sasha perks up a little, “I would like to publicly court Roman, within the safety of the MC. You all know our status, but to be able to eat, drink and celebrate with people we trust would be freeing in a way we have never had before.”
