Page 117 of Possessive Daddies
The same thoughts loom over me at night, but it helps to have the boys close by. I’m never short of hands to squeeze. There’s always a pair of arms to hide in until the nightmares pass.
The house we live in is everything I could’ve possibly dreamed of, and more. For starters, we don’t have neighbors. Our backyard is the desert, and it stretches infinitely in all directions around us.
A hand brushes over my back, jolting me from my thoughts.
“Evening.” Vex greets me with a kiss. “I’ll take it from here. You go outside. It’s time to practice.”
Time to practice.
I drag myself outside and follow Skipper and Carter around the back. Shooting at targets isn’t really my forte, but the men say I don’t have a choice when it comes to combat. If danger pays me a visit during the day when Otis and I are alone, I’m screwed.
Unless I’m handy with a gun.
The practice started a month ago.
I guess you could say it’s “going.”
At least I’m actually getting somewhere and hitting the target now.
“Okay.” Carter fixes the weapon in my hand. Its weight takes me by surprise every time. “You know what to do. Always look through the rearfinder first.” He lifts the gun and prompts me to take a look. “Remember—don’t remove the catch until you have the target lined up.”
“What if the target’s moving?”
“We’ll work on that in due course. Okay.” He stands back at a safe distance with Skipper. “Whenever you’re ready.”
My body always reacts the same every time whenever I’m about to shoot. I hold my breath and line the muzzle up to the target propped up in the distance, hoping for bullseye.
I pull back the catch and get over myself, shooting. The bullet darts out and ricochets off the side of the metal, hitting the target with a semi-successful pang.
I feel the recoil shudder my bones every time, and this evening is no different.
“Getting better,” says Skipper.
I’m still getting used to seeing him with short hair. A year ago, he made the decision to chop it all. It apparently marked the start of a new beginning.
He takes the gun from my hands, his palms brushing sensually against mine.
Electricity still surges through me every time one of them goes near me. When all three are near, I stand no chance. My heart races every time they ride home, smelling of diesel and grease. I look at them and feel myself combusting into thin air, especially when they’re playing with Otis.
It’s what made me say yes to their marriage proposal. I didn’t even give them time to finish speaking. They’re good for me. And for Otis.
And it’s all thanks to Sadie. I didn’t quite know how to thank her for all of her hard work over the years with Otis, but I started with New York. After getting approval from her mom, I sent her there. I bought her an apartment in the Upper East Side with the money the bikers gave me long ago.
The engagement ring glistens on my finger as the sun comes down. I still prefer their tattooed names on my ass—it’s more them. But damn, you can never go wrong with a diamond ring.
“Dinner,” calls Vex from inside.
Carter locks the weapon in the trunk of his Harley as we make it back inside.
Otis sits at the head of the table in his high chair, eager to tuck into the cooked ham…not so much the veggies.
He’s gonna have to man up one day and be a good example to his younger sibling…
Because I have a creeping feeling that the pregnancy test waiting for me in the bathroom cabinet is gonna show positive.
THE END
