Page 76 of Brother to Brother

“Huh, more fun things I should try,” he murmured, copping a feel.

“You can be so crude sometimes,” I laughed.

“Mm, you like it.”

“Like it better if you’d put your mouth to work doing something other than talking,” I both teased and hinted.

“Why Mrs. Turner, are you horny?”

“Hmm, a little bit,” I confessed.

“Yeah?” he asked, kissing along the side of my throat, his hand drifting up along the outside of my thigh.

“Mm-hmm, quickies are nice and all, but I kind of figure that was just a preview of coming attractions,” I murmured.

“Oh, you’d be right on that account, Baby. You’d be so right…”

He kissed me for real then, and I pulled him close. I loved how his powerful arms caged me, how his warmth filled me, and how his body fitted to mine. I loved how he loved me, and how no matter if it was a five minute quickie in the kitchen, or an hour long lovemaking session in the bedroom, Archer gave it his all.

I giggled, and wrapped my legs around his hips, kissing the side of his neck, holding him close, until the laughter faded into desperate moans and I gave over to simply feeling and being in my husband’s arms.

“I love you,” I whispered in his ear as we both came and he kissed my shoulder reverently and murmured, it back.

“I love you, too, Melody. God, I love you, too.”

Chapter 34

Archer

“Dude, why didn’t you tell us about this sooner?” I sat back in my chair and sighed.

“I probably should have, but you know how I get,” I said frowning.

It was Friday, and we were all sitting around in church, Dragon was nodding and looking thoughtful.

“So you think it would help, having some of the more upstanding guys without records there?”

“Yeah, I figured it couldn’t hurt. They might not even be needed. Just dress nice and sit behind us kind of a thing.”

“I think this is a job for our Wonder Women, don’t you?” Ghost asked and I nodded in his direction.

“Carina Washington, the social worker assigned to us says that the more of a support network we have behind us, probably the better we’ll fare.”

I swept eyes around the table and honestly didn’t expect any of them to offer up. I mean, I’d at least rubbed every single last one of them the wrong way at least once in the last year, but I guess the lessons were just going to keep on coming, because Doc was the first one to speak up.

“Count me in,” he said.

“Long hair might throw ‘em off but my record as a Marine won’t. May have a history of drug use, I admit that, but nobody really knows about it. It ain’t on paper anywhere. I’ll be there, too.” Trigger said.

“Count me in,” Ghost said.

Rounds of ‘yeah’, ‘yep’, and ‘I’ll be there’ went around the table, the only brothers bowing out being the ones who had a record or wouldn’t do much if anything to support the cause with their lifestyles or tattoos on full display. We were in the heart of Bible belt country, so that eliminated Disney and Aaron, as well as Blue and Duracell with their criminal histories. Zeb bowed out with no way to hide the tribal tattoos all over one half of his face, and Dragon on account of his past, said he’d run the shop for the day so Dray could go with us as my boss.

“Add the women, you’ll have a pretty good showing,” Dragon said judiciously.

“Hayden will go, but I’ll hang back. The judge might know me from years past and battles over Connor,” Reaver made a face and I nodded.

“I’m sorry ‘bout that, bro.”

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