Page 114 of The Devil's Reward
She turns and looks at him, giving him an interested once-over. “He looks like he’d be the right size, alright,” Sage says gleefully, eyes bright with mirth.
Viper looks at her in confusion, and Quinn groans. Her sister grins wickedly. “Oh, I think you might indeed, big guy. We’ll talk.”
“Let’s go,” Quinn says impatiently. “I’ve had enough embarrassment for one day.”
“What’s a dildo?” Macy suddenly asks me, making my head snap around in shock. Quinn groans. Macy looks at me expectantly.
“What?” I ask, sure I’ve misheard her.
“I heard Aunt Sage ask Auntie Pey where she got her giant dildo. But I don’t know what that is,” Macy says. “Do you?”
“Ahhhh.” I’m at a loss for words. I look at Quinn for help, but she turns and walks away. “Not something for kids,” I say lamely.
Macy pouts. “I want to play with the dildo!” she yells loudly, clearly angry about being denied. “It’s not fair.”
The guys are laughing their asses off behind me, obviously pleased at my predicament. Assholes. “No, Macy,” I say firmly. “How about we head back to the clubhouse,” I suggest quickly when I see the temper tantrum brewing in her eyes. “We have ice cream.”
Instantly distracted, she brightens. “I want ice cream,” she says happily. “Let’s go.”
“Thank God,” I hear an agent say, and I glare at him. He turns and the others follow him back inside.
“Well, I guess if we were looking to make an impression, this was one way,” Quinn’s mother says brightly. “Nice to finally meet you, Shadow.”
“Ma’am,” I say politely. I look at her father and shake his hand. “Sir.”
“None of that,” her father says quickly. “I need a damn beer.”
“I think we can make that happen,” I promise with a smile. “Let’s go and catch up with your daughter. I’m probably in the dog house after this.”
“Son, with this group, just grab a pillow and a blanket because you’ll be in there plenty,” he advises as we start walking. Everyone follows as we make our way over to Quinn’s car. She’s leaning against it looking exasperated.
I go to her immediately and kiss her. “You okay?” I ask her.
She says nothing, just grabs Macy and puts her in her car seat. When she shuts the door, she turns to me and hisses, “No I am not okay. I have been publicly humiliated, forcibly detained, and if that weren’t bad enough, I had to watch federal agents showcase a bunch of sex toys directly from my parents' suitcase. My sister, I expected; my parents, no. I need to bleach my mind, Shadow.”
“How about I give you something better to think about later,” I suggest in a low voice, leaning down to press a kiss to her neck.
She shivers. “I don’t think that’s going to happen quickly. I might need a few tries,” she murmurs back.
“A good spanking might work,” her sister quips from beside us, making Quinn screech in surprise. Peyton grins and I have to bite back a laugh. “Come on, sister. The sooner we get to the clubhouse, the sooner you can bang your man. I’ll happily watch Macy, but you’re on your own tonight. I have my eye on some options and I want me some biker dick before I go home.”
I can’t help it. I laugh, and Quinn glares at me. God, I’m so screwed with this bunch, but it’s going to be fun. Now to just keep the girls all away from each other.
EPILOGUE
SHADOW
The burst of laughter behind me has me turning warily to look at the group of women on the other side of the lawn. I’m not the only one; the rest of the men are doing the same. It’s like we all know what’s coming. Something is going to happen, it’s inevitable. Quinn, Peyton, Audrey, Rose, Sage, Syn, Izzy, Leonora, Alice, Raven, Gwen, Ash, Ember, and Piper are all congregated together, drinks in hand.
“Care to fill me in on why we’re all afraid of that group, son?” Bill asks me curiously.
Bill is a good man, and after the obligatory warning of burying me where no one can find me if I hurt Quinn or Macy, he’s settled in nicely around here. He doesn’t blink twice at all the bikers milling around, instead jumping in full swing into a conversation with Bullet and Sniper about the biker life.
“Around here, that sound strikes fear into a man’s heart,” I tell him drily. “All of them together never ends well. Or cheaply. And adding in your wife and daughters, I can only imagine how much worse it’s going to be.”
He nods knowingly. “My wife and Peyton certainly have no problem getting themselves into trouble. Though they might try to tone it down after our little incident earlier.”
I chuckle. “That was one for the scrapbook,” I joke.
