Page 111 of The Grief We Hold

Thing is, I just wanted Fen to have the best experience. It was the first sleepover he’d hosted since moving here, and it was important to me that we did it right.

But today’s picnic is a celebration for spending the last two weeks putting a dent in the Bratva’s infrastructure. We don’t want Denver as our own. Our small town and club mean we flymostly under the radar. But when the Bratva decided to start interfering with our business, we had to stop them.

Which means, it’s going to get messy. I’ve shored up the security at my house while we look for a new place to give us more protection at night.

But with Raven by my side, I feel…optimistic.

Even indestructible.

“I want you on my bike, Blue. Want your legs spread across the seat. Want your arms wrapped around me and your tits pressed up against my back. You gonna make my dreams come true or stand on the sidewalk telling me what else you’re wearing?”

Raven looks away for a second, but I can see she’s trying to bite back a smile.

“What if you crash?” she asks.

“Come here,” I say, holding out my hand.

She does as I say, which fills me with a hard-to-describe kind of pride. When she gets close, I tug her to me, then slide my hand up her dress and rest my palm on her panty-clad ass.

“Wraith,” she says in warning, looking up and down the street.

“Relax, Blue. No one can see your ass. And I’d shoot their eyes out if they so much as looked at it.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“If you say so.”

I present her the silver helmet, and she looks at it for a moment, undecided whether or not to take it.

“Real talk?” she asks.

“Always, Blue.”

“Raven, the young, carefree woman, wants to get on your bike so badly that she can taste it. But Raven, the single mom with an irresponsible second parent figure, feels like it’s the lastthing I should be doing. Fen deserves better than me taking unnecessary risks.”

I can see the longing in her eyes, in the way she runs her hand over the helmet and hugs it to her stomach.

“I’ll go as slow as the bike will allow without us wobbling off it. I promise I’ll take care of you. Trust me, Blue.”

Raven lets out a long breath. “Okay. But slow.”

“I promise,” I say solemnly.

Raven tugs the helmet over her head. “I must be losing my mind, letting him talk me into this,” she mutters, obviously unaware I can hear her. I connected our helmets before I left. I wouldn’t normally wear one for such a short ride, but I wanted to be able to hear her properly.

“Dear Fen,” she continues, “sorry your momma’s dead, but she thought it was a good idea to get on a bike because she likes having sex with the man driving it.”

Her arms wrap around my waist, and I can’t help but chuckle. “It’s riding a bike. Not driving it. And he likes having sex with you too.”

She jumps, and my chuckle turns into laughter. Her low growl does nothing but excite my cock.

“You asshole,” she finally says.

I put both hands behind me, scoop them under her ass, and tug her even closer. “And now I’m thinking about all that sex you like having with me.”

Finally, she breaks, and her laughter makes an already great day even better.

I slide a hand down her calf and squeeze it once. “You ready, Blue?”

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