“Fuckin’ right.” Grinning, we fist pump, and he calls Blaze back, ordering a double round of tequila.
The life in the MC, a shot or a punch can hash out some hard feelings, and you move on about your business. In Sinner’s case, I owe him one hell of a blow job. There’s no way a shot will make up for my earlier rage.
I don’t know how many shots Torch, Blaze, and I end up doing, but it’s enough to smooth the strain between everyone and make my body begin to feel numb. My head was tender after being punched, but the pain is a simple reminder of me hurting Sinner. I’ll never forgive myself for that. I need to make it work with Jude for him too. I owe him that.
I can only hope that eventually, Sin will forgive me though because I meant it when I told him I want forever. I’ve known him most of my life, and there’s no one I’d rather be with. If we get Jude in the mix, it’s just a bonus as far as I’m concerned.
I enjoy a woman as much as he does. With our lifestyle, you never know when tomorrow may be your last, and I don’t want him lying to me for another woman—ever. I may not let the next one live if he does.
In my drunken haze, I end up finding my way to his room, per my usual when I drink without him. I’m completely exhausted and ready to leave my resentment at the door. After today’s events, I just want to be near him and move forward.
“Saint?” he mutters as I shuck my boots, followed by my clothes.
I sleep naked, we both do. No clothes mixed with alcohol was how we first had sex together without a woman involved. We’ve never stopped since.
“I’m here.”
Swaying a little, I use the silvery blue glint from the moonlight shining through the window on the far side of the room to find my way to the empty side of the bed. Jude’s tucked into Sinner’s chest, lying in the middle. His wound’s wrapped and away from her on the opposite side.
“You good?” He watches sleepily as I climb into bed on the other side and pulls some more blanket over for me to use.
“Thanks, fucked up off tequila,” I admit with a yawn and fall back into the pillow.
He chuckles; it’s a welcome sound after my stressful day. His sleepy rasp has my cock tingling, but nothing more. “Got whiskey dick,” I confess, and he snickers quietly.
“Good. Go to sleep.”
With his order, I close my eyes. “Mmm.” Groaning, I pull Jude my way a bit, tucking her ass into my groin and I’m out like a light.