After waiting another few minutes for him to make it upstairs, he finally makes his grand entrance, acting shocked when they all yell surprise. Fucker played it good, too. His family approach him first, so I hang back waiting for them to have their time together.
“You still pissy?” Holly asks, coming straight to me and sitting on my lap.
“I don’t know. You gonna suck my cock to apologize for making it angry?” I ask, hoping she says yes.
“You wish.” She wiggles her ass into my cock.
“Quit it,” I tell her, trying to control the urge to leave and fuck her senseless.
“You’re no fun,” she pouts, acting all fucking cute again.
“When we get home I’m gonna make you pay for that,” I warn. She doesn’t say anything, just slowly moves her ass against my hardness. I let her, relishing the feeling of it.
“I’m going to get a drink,” she says when Beau and Brooks start talking about some new bike. “Do you want anything?” She turns to face me.
“Bourbon, baby,” I order and then watch her walk her ass down the stairs.
“You know there’s a bar up here?” Brooks laughs, watching her descend down the stairs.
“She’s probably going to dance.” I shake my head, letting her be. Who am I to stop her from fucking dancing?
“Boys.” Jackson walks up, sliding into the seat across from me.
“Jackson.” I nod.
“You guys been staying out of trouble?” he asks, looking at us. If he's talking about any of the recoveries or pickups, we haven't had any since Mackenzie. The club decided that until we know for sure Chad has given up, then we keep our hands clean, let it all blow over.
“You heard any more from the Morres?” I ask, wanting to know if we’ve got the all clear.
“I haven’t personally. He stopped coming in riding my ass about finding Mackenzie. I've seen him around, heard some talk. Looks like someone had a go at him a few weeks back, messed him up.” He continues to watch me carefully.
“Really? Looks like Mr. Morre pissed off the wrong person then,” Beau says, not giving a fuck if anyone knows it was us who messed him up.
“Either way he seems to have backed off. Though last I heard he lost his job, and his father is losing his pull. Chad has gone off the rails. Seems like losing his wife pushed him over the edge,” he adds when Holly comes back with our drinks.
“Well, maybe he should have treated her right,” I say, letting Holly sit on my lap.
“Now that is something I agree with.” Jackson raises his glass. “Great party, Holly. Sorry about my parents.” He changes the Chad subject. Thank fuck, too. Just thinking about him gets me worked up.
“Thanks,” she smiles, looking over at Jesse and his dad in a heated conversation by the far wall.
“What’s that about?” I nod over at them. I know Jesse has a close family, but something isn’t right there.
“Long fucking story.” Jackson shakes his head at his father and younger brother. Jesse’s eyes narrow at something his father says before he replies and stalks off.
“Maybe I should go and intervene.” Holly goes to stand but I hold her in my lap.
“Leave it,” I warn, not wanting my woman going off to console anyone.
“No, I’ll go. They always get like this.” Jackson stands and follows Jesse to the bar.
“I wonder what their problem is.” Holly turns to look at me. “They refused to come to the party if it was at the clubhouse and now they’re on his back.”
“That’s why we’re not having it there?” I ask, finally understanding why this party is here.
“Yeah, they were adamant,” she shrugs.
“I think his dad has issues with Jesse’s way of life,” Brooks observes, putting two and two together.
“Well, don’t we all? I think the only one who doesn’t have an issue with Jesse's way of life is his cock,” Holly claims, silencing everyone for a moment before the boys erupt into laughter.
“Fuck, you’re funny, Holly,” Beau says, shaking his head.
“That was a good one, wasn’t it?” She smiles at the table, but it lights up the whole room. I fucking love her like this, happy and free.
“I love you,” I whisper so the boys don’t hear me, but I don’t give a fuck if they do anyway. They already give me shit like I used to give to Nix.
“I love you, too.” She leans in, kissing me softly.
“Get a room,” Beau groans from next to me. I ignore him, groaning into her mouth louder just to piss him off.
“Want to go dance?” Kadence comes up with Kelly, looking like they’re up to no good.
“Hell, yeah.” She stands, turning back to give me a wink. I give her my warning look but she just smirks, sashaying her ass down the stairs.
“You need to put a ring on that one,” Brooks chuckles, watching the girls walk down the stairs.
“I’m going to,” I admit, not checking for his or Beau’s reaction. Wouldn’t give a fuck what they thought anyway; this woman is it for me. The sooner she wears my ring, the better.
“Fucking hell, him too?” Beau grumbles, giving his opinion anyway.
“Fuck yeah,” Brooks laughs, no doubt loving he called it all those months ago.
“Well, I’m not wearing a fucking suit again,” Beau continues to grumble.