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“You okay, baby?” he asks. I nod, and he rocks his hips in a slow and steady rhythm, delicately taking me higher and higher until we both come. This time I come gently, and as I float back down, Bond gathers me close to him.

My last thought as sleep claims me is that ‘This is how it’s meant to be.’

CHAPTER 10

BOND

It had been a week since the night that Rochelle had woken me up with her mouth on my cock. While it had been a surprise, it had been a welcome one.

Not once had we gone to bed since then without making love, and I made sure she came every time. For someone who had been married as long as she had been, she was pretty innocent when it came to sex, and I had a feeling that was all down to her fuckhead of a husband. It seemed that as long as he got off, he didn’t give a shit about her. Somehow, I wasn’t surprised, not with the way he’d treated her out of the bedroom. Although she’d assured me that the one thing he didn’t do was force her, I was still careful because he certainly hadn’t made sex good for her. I’d make sure from now on it would only ever be good.

We’d slipped into a comfortable routine, the three of us. Rochelle still wasn’t comfortable letting Daisy out of her sight. Not that having her with us at work was a hardship. I loved having my girls with me twenty-four seven. There had been a big uptick in our orders since Rochelle had taken over. It seemed our customers liked talking to someone with her experience. I’d been surprised that not only did she know her spare parts, she also knew a lot about fitting them. It wasn’t long before I was having to put another order in with our new suppliers.

But this weekend was our moving weekend. We’d had to put it off for a little while because Noni had decided that the cottage needed to be painted, even though Rochelle had told her she was happy with it as it was.

Noni wasn’t having it. She’d insisted that as we were going to be living there for longer than a few weeks, it gets redone. Rochelle didn’t realise that Noni was having the spare bedroom painted and kitted out as a nursery for Daisy.

“That’s the last one,” I call out to Rochelle, who was in the bathroom packing up, taping up the last box and stacking it near the door.

“Are you finished in there, baby?”

“Yep,” Rochelle replies, walking out with a box in her arms, blowing the curls that had fallen from her bandana out of her face with a huff of frustration. “Ugh,” she mutters.

Laughing, I pinched her curl with my fingers and tucked it back under her bandana. “There you go, baby,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Hey, hope you two are decent,” Cairo calls out, knocking on the door jamb and walking in with his hand over his eyes.

Rolling my eyes at Rochelle, I ask her, “Does he really think we’d be fucking with the door open?”

Snort-laughing, she falls against me. “Knowing you lot, probably. And don’t call it fucking,” she slaps my chest. “It’s more than fucking; trust me, I now know the difference.”

A rumble left me, and I scowled. I knew she was joking, but I hated that she knew that. A soft hand cupped my cheek, drawing my attention back to her, “Love you, Bond. Stop scowling. While I know the difference, it doesn’t mean that I won’t want you to fuck me at some point.”

Cairo laughed out loud, slapping my shoulder, amusement clear in his tone when he said, “That tells you, brother. Now come on, let’s get this loaded and you three into your new home.”

Rochelle laughed along with Cairo, not in the least bit embarrassed at having just discussed our sex life in front of one of my brothers. I guess she really was settling in. Reaching for one of the boxes, I direct her, “Grab our girl, Roch; I’ll help Cairo get this loaded.”

“I’ll be back just now, and I’ll help,” she responds to me, walking towards the bed with a length of colourful material in her hands. Cairo and I watched as she made short work of getting Daisy tucked up and situated on her back snug in the colourful material. I’d seen modern wraps used the same way in the UK, but it always amazed me to see it done in the original way and that the babies always seemed perfectly content all snuggled up like that.

Rochelle looked up from making sure the material was tied tight between her breasts to catch us watching her. Clapping her hands, she ordered, “Well, chop, chop, let’s get this lot loaded,” before grabbing a box and carrying it to the luggage cart that Cairo had brought with him.

Cairo opened his eyes wide at me, nodding his head at Roch as if to say, ‘Are you going to let her carry shit?’

“Trust me, brother, it’s not worth the argument. Just try and get as many boxes as you can before her. The woman is as stubborn as the day is long and used to doing shit on her own,” I inform him, picking up two boxes and following Rochelle out with them.

Cairo and I made quick work loading the boxes without trying to make it obvious that we didn’t want Roch picking them up. But my woman wasn’t an idiot. Narrowing her eyes at me as weloaded the last box, I closed the bedroom door behind me, both of us panting slightly.

“You two are ridiculous,” she grouses, but she did it with a smile on her face. “I’m perfectly capable of helping.”

“We know, little sister, but just because you can doesn’t mean you have to when you have us to do it for you,” Cairo smiles at her as he tucked the shirt he’d taken off earlier in the pocket of his shorts, his dark chest gleaming a little with the sweat we’d worked up loading the boxes. Making me hate him just a little bit, even though he wasn’t trying to get Roch’s attention. It was just who he was. He hated wearing shirts unless he had to, saying the seams bothered him. Not that Roch appeared to even notice.

“Fine,” she huffs, “but that means as a thank you, you have to let me cook for you at least once this week instead of eating at the hotel.”

Cairo’s eyes light up at the mention of a home-cooked meal. The food we got at the restaurant was amazing, but we all missed the meals that Maggie had cooked for us. There was nothing like a home-cooked meal. “And pudding,” he pleads.

Roch laughed but nodded, “And pudding,” she agrees.

“Deal,” Cairo tells her, “now let’s get this stuff to your new place and get you unpacked. Noni is planning a barbeque for us tonight.”

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