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Rochelle angled her head to look at me and states, “I’m loving being a Crow. Thank you, Bond.”

Smiling, I tucked a curl behind her ear, “No thanks necessary, baby. I’m glad you’re happy.” Pressing my lips to hers, I rolled on my back, taking her with me.

“Ride me, baby.”

“With pleasure,” she replies, taking hold of my cock and sinking down onto me. It’s a little while before we get back to finishing putting away the last few bits we had left to unpack and start cooking for this evening.

I’m still smiling hours later as we’re eating, and Rochelle and Grace insist that we try what they call ‘nshima.’ We all do to appease them, some liking it more than others.

I don’t mind it. It’s filling for sure, but it definitely needs the gravy that they made to go with it. They were both horrified when they realised we’d never eaten a local sausage called boerewors either. Noni was laughing at them; having lived here longer than us, she’d tried it all and was happily tucking into the ‘nshima’ and gravy.

“I’ll order some for the next braai,” she assures them with a grin.

“Oh, thank the Lord,” Grace replies, “because there is no way I can make that.”

“Yeah, me either,” Rochelle agrees with a smile as she looks around the table set up in Noni and Bull’s garden. “This has been fun, though. Thank you all so much for everything today.”

“You’re welcome,” Bull assures her.

Dinner over, we moved to the fire pit we’d put in between the two main houses. Some things don’t change, no matter the country. And it may be hot as balls out here at the moment, but there was just something about sitting around a fire and shooting the shit with your brothers and their women.

Rochelle walked out of our house and handed out the beers she’d picked up when she’d gone to check on Daisy, who we’d put down earlier in her new cot. Daisy hadn’t seemed at all bothered by being in a new room and had fallen right asleep.

All the houses had screen doors to keep the mosquitoes out. We left the main doors open to hear the kids in case they woke up while we were outside.

Snagging Rochelle’s hand as she walked past, I tugged her into my lap, where she snuggled up with a happy sigh.

“Thank you,” she says, taking the cup of tea that Julia handed her. I looked around the fire and couldn’t help but think that just a couple of weeks ago, when the Crows from the UK were here for Christmas, I’d been so envious when I’d seen them with their ladies on their laps, at the time thinking I’d never have that. Not when the woman I wanted belonged to another. And now, with Rochelle on my lap and our daughter sleeping, I gave thanks to whoever had decided that I was worth having them in my life.

CHAPTER 11

ROCHELLE

It hadn’t taken me long to realise that those in the Crow MC were as genuine as they came across. I was a naturally suspicious person, and the last four years of my life hadn’t helped.

After this weekend and how Noni, Julia, and Josie had done something as lovely as the nursery for Daisy, it was at that moment that I realised I could trust them with anything, and my daughter was one of the most important things to me. I had to ensure that she’d be safe if anything happened to either me or Bond. There was no way I could allow her to end up with her father’s people. Not my baby. I’d do everything I could to ensure that never happened.

With that thought in mind, I finished completing the order I’d been working on and walked out to the front of the shop to find Bond. He wasn’t at the counter, which meant he was probably outside. The pushchair was missing, so I assumed that Daisy was either with him, Blaze, or Rogue.

The three of them seemed to have serious baby fever. Shaking my head in slight bemusement, I’d never met men like them. They were tough when they needed to be but were complete marshmallows when it came to their women and children.

‘I was right,’I thought as I walked onto the shop veranda and looked across the road to where Cairo’s new shop was nearly finished being built. All the Crow men were congregated inthe shade on the other side of the road, including Roman and Van, who it seemed were being taught how to lay bricks by the builders.

Turning, I pulled the shop door shut and locked it behind me before walking out into the blazing hot sun. Sweat immediately started to pool along my lower back. Taking my sunglasses from where I’d shoved them in my hair earlier, I lowered them over my eyes. Bond seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to me and turned around as soon as I stepped onto the road; the rest turned to see what had caught his attention. It was a bit disconcerting to suddenly be the focus of all that male hotness. And they were all hot. I may be totally enamoured with Bond, but that didn’t mean I was blind. I fought the urge to lift a hand and waft my face like some Victorian lady, but holy moly, it was hard.

“You good, baby?” Bond wants to know as soon as I am within hearing distance.

“Yeah,” I reply, going up on my toes to press a kiss to his lips before settling back on my heels. “I need to go and see Noni. I’ve locked the shop. Do you want me to take Daisy?” I ask, looking around for her.

“She’s with Blaze,” Rogue grumbles, looking put out. “He’s got five minutes, then I’m taking her. This one,” he points a thumb at Bull, “wouldn’t let me take my niece.”

Bull rolls his eyes, “She was sleeping. Don’t you know the story about sleeping dogs and babies? You leave them alone when they’re asleep.”

Biting my lip to stop myself laughing at how ridiculous they all were, I meet Bond’s gaze and see he is just as amused. “They’re over there,” he points towards the small supermarket. Turning, I watch as Blaze walks back with Daisy in his arms, and Brianaand Alana walking hand in hand back to us. The two little girls each have ice creams in their hands and are making a huge mess. Blaze seems totally unconcerned as he watches them walking ahead of him while he licks his cone. Daisy watches him with interested eyes every time he takes a bite, and I am wondering if it is time to start giving her watered-down porridge.

“Okay, if you’re good with keeping her, then I’ll go speak to Noni. I shouldn’t be long.”

“It’s all good, baby; we’ll be making our way back soon. It’s hot as hell, so we’re going to take the kids for a swim,” Bond assures me, pressing a kiss to my cheek before he pats my arse and pushes me gently towards the hotel.

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