Page 86 of In the Midst of Chaos

“Did you know Riley was moving in?” he questioned me as he went for his shirt.

“Yeah, I heard Ax threw a fit.”

He gave me a look that said I should have told him to have been prepared for WW3.

I got up, and his eyes raked all over me, from my curly brown hair with the now purple tips to the tiny black dress I wore and my combat boots.

“I swear to God, baby, you better not bend over.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Or what?”

Nash grinned, and it was dark, his eyes heated. “I’ll fuck you right then and there.”

I got shivers because I knew he wasn’t joking. The clubhouse was sometimes a step up from an orgy.

“Sounds good to me,” I said, making my way to him. He looked turned on by the idea. When I was close to him, I raised on my tiptoes and kissed his chin.

“Imagine how many of the brothers are going to imagine fucking me when they see me come.”

I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. He did not like that at all. His hand snaked from my waist down to between my legs and cupped my pussy.

“I waited my whole life for this,” he whispered hoarsely. “You bet your ass I’d die before I let anyone else imagine how fucking sweet it is.”

Fucking swoon. And people said romance was dead.

“I love you, Nash,” I whispered against his lips.

He lifted me by my hips and threw me on the bed.

“The party can wait,” he said as he spread my legs and started to undo his belt. “I need to fuck.”

“Then take me,” I told him as I spread my legs even more.

I didn’t think I’d ever get used to having him and loving him so freely. The best type of love was the forbidden one because, in stolen moments, you knew the worth of that love. In stolen moments, you get a taste of a lifetime, and it was hard to compare anything after that.

Nash held on to my hand as he walked us down the stairs. He had a shit-eating grin all over his handsome face, and I walked in with sex hair. I didn’t care, that could be my damn crown around the bitches here.

People were drinking and dancing. Others were a step away from fucking. And by some, I mean Nate. He had a girl on his lap, and I was pretty sure he was fingering her. Classy. Next to him, Andre had another one on his lap while he talked to Ace and Chops.

“How much do you think he’s going to hate us after we rain on his parade?” I asked Nash as I looked at Duncan.

To say he took his vow way better than Nash and I did was an understatement. Duncan was in black jeans that rode low on his hips and a shirt, his Death Disciples insignia on full display.

He was sitting on a chair while a whore sat on his lap and poured shots onto her breasts, and he would lick them off.

“Maybe let’s wait until he at least gets fucked,” Nash joked, but that wasn’t a bad idea.

He led us to the back where Axton and Gunner sat, a little more secluded from the fuckfest.

Nash sat down, then brought me down to his lap just as people started to chant. We all turned to look at the commotion, and found out that it was my aunt Riley letting the brothers do body shots off her.

Gunner’s gaze was on her, but there was no interest in his eyes—and my aunt was a smokeshow. He stared at Axton and then at us.

“You told him yet?” he asked about Duncan.

“Tomorrow,” Nash told him.

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