Page 150 of I Will Revel in Glory (Death by Daybreak MC 3)
Even though I should be thoroughly satisfied by now, I end up taking the washcloth that Crown gave me and rubbing it against my cunt until I come again, thighs locking together as my body sags against the wall and steam turns the air around me a brilliant white, like I’m lost in another world.
I finish up and climb out, only to see that someone’s left fresh clothes for me to put on. My cheeks flush briefly at the sight, but I pretend like I don’t feel the heat rushing to my face. Instead, I towel off and get dressed in the black joggers and loose t-shirt, padding down the hall to join the boys.
I sit in Beast’s lap, and he curls an arm around me.
“Alright, you’d think with all the shit I know that I’d be able to play poker.” I gesture at the table as Sin leans back in his seat with a laugh.
“You don’t know how to play?” he asks, exchanging a look with Grainger. “So there is a limit to your superpowers, eh, Gidge?” He turns back to me, offering up one of those crooked smiles as Grainger snorts and deals a fresh hand.
“If you don’t wipe the table with the rest of us, I’ll be shocked,” Crown says dryly, leaning back in his chair as Beast chuckles underneath me, vibrating my body with the sound. I squirm against him, and he presses a scalding kiss to the side of my neck.
“Can we bet real money? I mean, can you guys bet real money since I don’t have any?” I think about that for a moment. Cat took away my debit card—the one with my own money on it—and he never bothered to give it back. Not that I had much to begin with. Am I supposed to get a job? The boys draw a salary from the club, but I won’t be able to do that … will I?
“You want to bet sexual favors instead?” Grainger queries back, playing with the pile of chips in front of him. “I’d be interested in that.”
“No,” I say, pointing at the chips. “Real money. Except for me.”
Sin snorts.
“I’m in. You shouldn’t have to work right now anyway.” He crosses his arms as he leans back in his chair to look at me. I almost protest because I think he’s going to say something stupid like because you’re pregnant. Instead, he surprises me. Pleasantly. “You should focus on getting your GED and deciding what it is that you want to do with your life.” Sin pauses and smirks, his scar pulling at the right side of his lip. “I mean, besides us.”
I roll my eyes at him and then let my gaze drift over to the refrigerator …
With a laugh, Sin gets up and pours me a glass of orange juice.
“I’m happy to share my money with you until you start making your own.” Sin pauses as he puts the jug back into the fridge and then glances back at me. “And after that, too.”
“My money is your money,” Beast agrees, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ll get you added onto my account next week.”
His account? Like, Beast kills people. He kills people and rides dirty chrome stallions, and he fucks me with his huge cock while three other men watch. And yet he has something as banal as a bank account? The idea makes me chuckle.
“I’ll support you and the baby,” Crown says with a long sigh, but not like he’s upset by the idea. More like he’s excited. This is what he wanted. What he wants. To have a partner, a family, someone that stands shoulder to shoulder with him to bear the burdens of life together. We can have that, even with the other men in my life. “Regardless of whether it’s mine or not.” Another pause. “I mean, the first one. I’m sure Gidge told you all that I asked for a child of my own.” He smirks. “She agreed.”
“The fuck?” Grainger growls out, flicking his attention back to me as Sin returns to the table with my juice. “You promised him a kid?” He hazards a glance at his superior officer and then shakes his head. “Well, if this first one isn’t mine, then I want one, too.”
“You’re an idiot,” I tell him, but he just laughs, watching my throat with undisguised hunger as I swallow down several gulps of orange juice. I set the glass down in challenge and stare at him. “Well? You’re demanding a kid, but you haven’t offered up your wallet yet. Pay up, Cade Grainger.”
He chucks one of his poker chips at me, and Beast catches it like the boss that he is.
“Don’t you dare throw things at my pregnant wife,” he drawls out, flipping the chip back in Grainger’s direction. It knocks over the rest of his carefully stacked chips as he watches me.
