Drew Walker had never been so bored in his life. Business shindigs weren't his thing, but they meant a lot to Charity and her law firm. Here, he couldn't wear his cut, couldn't show most of the tattoos he had, and he had to pretend like he'd never done anything wrong.It all made him feel claustrophobic, but he'd do it for Charity. There wasn't really anyone here for him to speak with, no one here who pretended to be friendly with him, but that was okay. He was doing a great job holding up the bar. Especially after Steele and Christine had cut out an hour ago. He checked his watch and let his gaze roam the room for his wife.For the first time he noticed that the room they were in was nauseating in its Christmas cheer. It looked like a giant Christmas present. He and Charity had already done the exchanging of gifts, back in November. He had to smile, they'd never been good at hiding gifts from one another. Usually they flat out told each other what they were getting the other. It h
Drew got up and shimmied out of his pants and dress shirt. If Charity was getting ready to seduce him, he'd get ready to seduce her, too. Leaving his boxers on, he scooted up so he sat back against the headboard. Folding his hands behind his head, he leaned back … relaxing for the first time in ages.It felt like it had been years since he'd been able to fully let his guard down. All the time at home, he was listening for one of the girls to cry, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Whether it be a trip to the doctor, or to the twenty-four-hour grocery because they ran out of something.He yawned loudly, his jaw popping as he shook his head. Glancing at his watch, he saw Charity had been in the bathroom for going on twenty minutes. Women needed time to primp, even ones who always looked good, he rationalized. Yawning again, he contemplated shutting his eyes for just a few minutes. He was so damn tired, and it wouldn't be awful if he did. He'd wake up as soon as he heard the bathroom
Charity was so fucking tight on his finger he was afraid he was going to come before he even got his cock near her. She was so ripe for this, so ready, and he wanted to be the one to give it to her. He could feel the way her body was strung tight like a bow.He was the same way, if truth be told. He wanted to make her scream, wanted to make her hoarse and he wanted to hear it. He didn't want her having to hold anything in fear of waking someone up in their household. It was one of the major things he'd been missing since they'd become parents. Their lives hadn't revolved around this and they'd had to learn other ways to connect but it was a huge part of their relationship. While he loved her and it didn't matter to him how he connected with her, he was honest enough to admit that he'd missed this.Without thinking about it, he was shoving himself against the mattress, grinding against the cool sheets. God, it felt good to grind his hot cock against them, and to have his mouth on he
REMY & TATUM"Do you wanna go shorter?"Tatum Walker watched as Christine Steele lifted up the ends of her dark hair, trying to envision what Christine wanted to do. Try as she might, she couldn't picture it. How would it make her look? Would it make her more grown up, more desirable? Change didn't frighten her, but other people's reactions to changes – especially ones she made – sometimes did. It was always important to weigh the pros and cons. Her dad had taught her that lesson."How short are we talkin'? I've had long hair for most of my life, I'm not sure I'd know what to do with shorter hair. How to style it or anything."Christine sighed and turned the chair Tatum sat in so that they faced one another. Staring her down until Tatum's eyes met hers, she gave her a pat on the hand and talked to her woman-to-woman. "The reason you're here to get your hair done a week before the club Christmas Party isn't because you just finally had the time to do it, am I right? This isn't s
Son of a bitch. Something in the way Tatum's gaze met his made him think he'd said those words loud enough she could hear them. But fuck, she looked amazing. Even more than she usually did. Tatum had been gorgeous for a long time, but with her hair in this new cut, she looked sexy, and almost… sophisticated. But this was Tatum. She'd never fully be a lady, not really. She didn't do dresses unless she had to, she didn't do caked on makeup, and she could hang with the guys – no matter how raunchy it got."Do you like it?" She asked again, this time looking much more unsure than when she'd started out. Very slowly, she ran her fingers through her hair, giving it a tousle.Remy cleared his throat, not sure how honest he wanted to be, but at the same time knowing he couldn't help but be honest. If he lied to her, she would know, and it would do nothing to help the situation they seemed to always find themselves in. The two of them always seemed to be either pushing or pulling at each ot
Remy told himself to slow down as he grasped her neck, hauling Tatum closer to him. He cautioned his lust-drunk body not to make a fool of itself. He warned his libido not to let this go too far. They were in the middle of the bakery, in the middle of downtown. Anyone could walk through that door from some dumbass off the street, to her brother, to her dad. But he couldn't stop, couldn't force his hand not to trail down her body and grasp her tight ass in his fingers. He wanted desperately to pull her lower half into his, wanted to shove his thigh between her legs and feel the heat he knew would be there. His tongue was forceful as it made its way into her mouth, testing how far she'd let him go.Turned out she'd let him go as far as he wanted to.His brain tried to warn him that this was progressing too quickly. It was getting too out of control, too fast. If he didn't watch it, he'd be picking her up and putting her ass first against the nearest wall. He was losing his mind, losi
He should have brought a date. Those were the first words Remy thought when he walked through the door of the clubhouse. It hit him like a ton of bricks, and all he wanted to do was turn around and head back to Cash and Harper's. Normally, he lived at the clubhouse, but he'd had dinner at their place tonight. He could relieve the babysitter watching Maddy, and he wouldn't have to worry about keeping his guard up.Couples were paired off, which meant anyone without a plus one would be inevitably thrown together. Looking up, he saw mistletoe was hung randomly around the room. Shit. Since he was the youngest, he seemed to be one of the few without a woman on his arm. Sure as the world turned, he'd find himself thrown toward someone tonight.Gazing around the room, he didn't see Tatum and for that he was extremely thankful. He'd been able to avoid her since the day at Harper's bakery, but it'd hadn't been easy. Not that she'd gone out of her way to be around him but they were in the sa
He knew the second she walked in, just like he'd known when she'd entered the bakery. Even seven shots of Pappy in, he could feel her, he knew she was there by the way the hair on the back of his neck stood up, the goosebumps he got on his arms and the way his dick stirred to attention. He wasn't sure what kind of hold Tatum Walker held over him, but it was strong, maybe dangerously so, like some sort of Jedi Mind Trick he'd never be able to resist. And dammit if his hand didn't shake as he took his next shot."Too much for you?" Drew asked as he noticed the slight tremble of the other man's hand.How did he tell the man sitting beside him, he was hard up for his little sister? Easy. He didn't."Nah, I'm good, but I gotta hit the head. Be back."Plan number two when plan number one didn't work? Run and hope she wouldn't follow. As much alcohol as he had consumed, he wasn't sure he could push her away this time. After all, he was only a man and he wasn't immune to the way she lo