Page 86 of Oh, Hell No

That right there was the main reason we’d all welcomed the former priest into the family with open arms. Before him, that shit wouldn’t have happened. He had tamed the Mafia princess, and we were all real fucking grateful.

“We have cookies!”

Halo’s voice snapped my head back around, and the relief at seeing Winslet behind her with another tray, smiling, was sweet. She was okay. I’d been right to sit here and let them take her. Even if I wanted her ass back on my lap and her hair in my face.

Her eyes met mine, and the smile softened.

The guys got up and clamored for the cookies like they were all fucking five years old. I watched as she handed the tray to Halo to set with the other one, and then I held my hand out for her. Having her come to me and climb onto my lap, trusting me, needing me—it was all I wanted in this life.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked with my arms around her waist as I kissed her neck.

“Yes,” she replied. “They’re fun. I needed that. It helped me feel normal.”

I chuckled, then pressed another kiss on her soft skin. “Darlin’, nothing about you is normal. You are exceptional.”

She snuggled back into me. Fuck, this was perfect.

“I’m just gonna say it,” Than said loudly. “I miss the tits and ass. I mean, I love your girls and all, but if we are gonna have to cut out the female additions to nights like this, then I’m gonna have to hit the strip club after.”

“I’m in,” Forge said, raising his whiskey glass.

Ransom reached forward and grabbed a cookie. “I’ll drive.”

I watched as Winslet’s eyes darted from one to the other as they spoke.

Gathe, Locke’s younger brother, stood up and went to the bar. “We could always just move this to my house halfway through.”

“As long as you bastards bring your own whiskey,” Locke added. “You drank every fucking bottle we had last time and didn’t leave shit. And you two get it free.” He wagged his finger between Ransom and Than.

Winslet turned her head to look at me. “What tits and ass?” she whispered.

I smirked, then ran the tip of my nose up her neck. “Strippers mostly. Some other girls we bring around. Well, they do. I don’t participate anymore.”

A frown touched her face. “Oh.”

I leaned in close to her ear. “Are you jealous?”

She shook her head.

I ran my thumb under her boob, and she stiffened.

“These are the only tits I want to see.”

Goose bumps covered her arms, and I grinned. We were done socializing.

“Time to go to our room,” I said, taking her waist to help her up.

“Y’all leaving already?” my brother asked me as I stood behind her.

“Yeah,” I told him, then put a hand on her back to lead her toward the hallway that took us to my room.

“Than brought up tits and ass,” I heard Ransom say.

I heard laughter and rolled my eyes. I didn’t need to be reminded of how much I wanted Winslet or her hot little body.

Their voices faded in the distance as we got farther from them. When we reached my door, she opened it, then glanced back at me.

“You don’t miss that?” she asked, sounding insecure. “I mean, the tits and ass.”

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