CHAPTER TWENTY
After spendingtwo days and nights with Teagan, it was time to head back to work. Bondi had done a great job of covering his ass at the Pink Flower, but he needed to show his face again.
“Are you ready?” he asked Teagan as she climbed behind him onto his motorcycle.
“Yes!” she shouted over the rumble of his engine. He loved how excited she got every time he took her out on his bike. He’d taken her back to the river yesterday, where he’d taught her how to fish. She didn’t like it, though. Not enough action for her. His girl couldn’t wait to get back on his bike again.
“We have one stop before the Pink Flower,” he shouted over his shoulder.
She nodded, not even questioning where he would take her. He grinned, as she resembled a puppy dog, wagging its tail as long as she could tag along with him on his bike. He squeezed her thigh and drove over to the clubhouse, where he needed to pick up some papers.
Devlin parked Callie next to a long row of hogs and waited for Teagan to push herself up by his shoulders before she got down.
“Yo, Dev! Been a while, man.”
Devlin jerked his chin in greeting at Crusher, a brother of the Iron Vikings MC.
“Who’s this little fluff of sunshine?” Crusher said, eyeing Teagan.
Devlin felt his jaw tick. This was exactly the reason why he didn’t want Teagan to mix with his MC. “Teagan is off limits.”
He grabbed her by the hand and led her over into the dark courtyard between the clubhouse and Vikings Auto Salvage. He knew he acted like a dick by not even introducing Crusher, who was nothing but a big friendly giant.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked him.
He paused for a moment, several feet away from the picnic tables with a few brothers and sweetbutts fooling around. Thankfully, the women were still somewhat dressed. The night was still young, however.
Devlin’s hand slid through her bouncy curls, finding her nape. He demanded a kiss by pulling her closer. Her eyes fluttered shut right before their lips touched. Hoots and hollers from his brothers faded into the background as she fisted his cut, deepening the kiss.
Her move would have been something he would have shot down immediately with anyone else in the past. Standing near the clubhouse entrance, surrounded by his brothers and the women he used to sleep with, reminded him how far he’d come.
He didn’t give a flying fuck he was making out with Teagan, who clearly did her best to claim him as much as he’d claimed her. Devlin gave her free rein in staking her claim by fisting his long hair, drawing out a groan from him that provoked more than a few snickers from the picnic tables behind them.
Devlin felt a friendly slap to his shoulder before he recognized Wolf’s voice. “Take it to your room, brother, or accept people joinin’ in on the fun.”
Teagan’s little moan in answer had Wolf groan. “Fuckin’ perfect little bitch.”
Devlin smirked, and he knew he was a smug bastard as he said, “I know, brother. And all mine. Every fuckin’ delicious inch.”
Wolf busted out laughing when Teagan rolled her eyes and said, “Geez. Why don’t you just pee on me…”
“That can be arranged, sweets. We can probably find a brother with that sort of kink.”
“Let’s go,” Devlin said, leaving a laughing Wolf behind.
“Is he always this… intense?” Teagan asked as they almost reached the clubhouse.
“Yeah. He’s an asshole. I’m sure you’ll get used to his stupid jokes about joining in. He would never touch you, though. No matter what, Wolf is not wired that way. And I’m glad to say, now that the younger generation has taken over—we’ll no longer have any issues with rotten apples touching other men’s Old Ladies.”
She tilted her head, smirking like the cat that got the cream. “Old Ladies, eh?”
He tapped the tip of her nose. “Wisecrack. Now you’ll definitely just have to wait for the official title.”
She showed him once again how good they flowed as a couple when she said, “And you’ll just have to wait for me to accept the title in the first place.”
She flipped her hair over her shoulder and got inside the clubhouse. Apparently, the party started a long time ago but had yet to develop into an outdoor fuck fest.
Teagan held her step, taking in Ghost and Fox tag teaming sweetbutt Allison on the stained couch in the bar's corner. He wondered if Teagan also watched Allison’s pleasure stricken face as she yelled, “Fuck me, Fox. Take my ass.”