Page 117 of Walking Red Flag

I’d seen my life flash before my eyes in those moments when that hitman’s gun had been pointed at me, and what I saw, I hadn’t liked.

I didn’t want to live my life buried in work anymore.

I wanted to live it, and to do that, it required me giving up a little of the control that I’d always held onto so tight.

“Simeon.” I smiled at him. “Thanks for coming in.”

He rolled his eyes. “They tell me to jump, and I ask how high.”

I patted his shoulder as we passed in the middle of the store. “True. But you’re almost there, right?”

“Hopefully,” he muttered. “Conway’s at least not getting to go, either. So there’s that.”

I chuckled as I readjusted the leather material on my shoulders.

Today was the first day that I was going riding on the back of Cutter’s bike with the vest declaring me as ‘Property of Coastguard’ on my back.

It should’ve been sexist.

It should have irritated me that such a blatant claim was on my back.

But what it did was make me feel wanted.

It made me feel special.

It made me feel like I belonged.

Plus, I liked the way it made my husband hard when he saw me wearing it.

Something primal in him really got off on seeing me so publicly claimed.

Speaking of my primal husband, as I pushed out of the door of the shop, it was to see three smiling Claybornes on the backs of their bikes waiting for me.

Only one caught my eye and held it, though.

Walking right up to Cutter, I leaned into him and kissed him like I hadn’t just seen him a couple of hours ago as I’d left our bed.

“Hey, baby,” I said as I pulled away.

“Hey, Go.” He gripped my hip, his fingers coming around to the inside of my thigh, right in the crease of my ass.

“Could you spare about five minutes?” I asked sheepishly. “I broke something in my office and I want you to take a look at it.”

He and I both knew there wasn’t anything in my office for him to fix.

I just wanted him to give me a quickie before we got onto the back of his bike together.

The two brothers groaned and got off their bikes as well.

“Don’t take too long.” They followed us inside. “We have to be at the meetup spot for the poker run in twenty-five minutes.”

I ignored them and walked into the back while Simeon made them a coffee for the wait.

The moment I was in my office, my back was to the door and Cutter’s mouth was on mine.

His hands made quick work of my jeans, and soon I was bent over my desk.

His cock filled me in one go—god, I’d needed him so bad all day—and he fucked the holy hell out of me.

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