Page 6 of Consequences

Laughing, he shakes his head and gives the first genuine smile Colt’s seen. “Not in the least. I told Jennings it was a smart decision when he let us know it was a done deal. I’m just pissed you’re not coming back to Summerville.”

He laughs. “Got a kid that just graduated with another graduating in a couple of years. Couldn’t move now even if we wanted to. Not if we’re being good parents.”

The two teenagers found squatting in Colt and Lex’s old house have become their family. After seeing the house they willingly avoided, preferring to stay in places without running water and electricity, he knew he couldn’t leave them there. And now they’re his children, even if Lucas is the only one who wanted to be adopted.

“It’s so weird to think about,” Dax says. “But you and Lex are the poster children for taking in strays.”

“Tell me about it,” he says. “Noah still misses Bodie, but at least Lucas is a good distraction. How are Bodie and Jolie doing?”

“They’re our version of Jace and Melanie,” Dax says.

Jace Conway and his girlfriend, Melanie, are the very sexually active couple in Griffin’s Beach. More than that, they have no shame in who knows it. And considering Bodie left Black Valley to nurse a broken heart after getting a brand new one, it makes sense he’d take every opportunity to make up for lost time in the bedroom.

“Or are you just jealous?” Psycho asks, his eyebrow raised.

“It’s not just me,” he defends. “It’s me and the other men… who aren’t getting any. Fuck off, okay?”

Laughing, Colt snorts. “Who’s that? You and Snake?”

“Fuck you. Don’t you dare lump me in with that asshole who smacked your wife. He’s lucky we only stripped him of his Secretary patch instead of his leather altogether. I’m still considering it, but we don’t have any prospects. He gets all the shit work, though.”

“Hoping he quits on his own? I like your style,” Psycho says. “Sneaky.”

“Okay, so we’re all in agreement with this?” Colt asks.

“Works for me.”

Dax nods, and Colt stands. “Meeting adjourned.”

Walking the men to the door, he sees them off before heading back to the office where Jenning waits for him. Even though Colt wears the President patch now, he knows he needs to lean on Jennings to pick his brain and get his opinion. At least for the first year, and Colt plans to learn as much as he can.

“Hey, Pres,” Jennings says from the chair in front of the desk with a smirk on his face. “How’d it go?”

Colt takes the seat behind the desk, and it feels like a strange power shift. He looks at one of his dad’s best friends, his darkhair graying at the temples, and sighs. It doesn’t feel as though Jennings wants him to fail. The opposite, in fact. But it’s adding more pressure than Colt expected.

“Okay, so here’s what we decided…”

Chapter Three

Griffin’s Beach

Undertaker

Church ends, and Beckett damn near sprints from the Chapel to head back to his apartment. Shannon’s made only one appearance that Undertaker has seen. And based on Beckett’s improved mood, the general consensus is that he must finally be getting some.

Undertaker would agree with everyone if he didn’t share a wall with the man. Unless they’re the silent fucking type—which he seriously doubts knowing what he does about Shannon—there’s no sex happening in that apartment. Much like Undertaker’s. He doesn’t even remember the last time he got any action.

He may joke that he doesn’t knowingly sleep with married women, but the truth is, he’s never been the type for casual sex. In fact, he never has sex outside of a committed relationship.

Sure, there’s more than enough options around the clubhouse, but he knows better than to try and bed a woman who only wants sex. It’s not how he’s hard-wired, and he has no desire to take a trip to the free clinic.

A dark-haired woman with blonde and caramel highlights walks into the clubhouse, and she takes Undertaker’s breath away. It’s been a while since anyone has done that to him, and he’s struck by the unconventional sexiness of her.

Most men in here wouldn’t give her a second glance, but something about her calls to him. Taller than almost all of the women by at least a couple of inches, he guesses her to be about five-ten. And those hips and thighs make him want to crawl to her on his hands and knees. There’s plenty to hold onto in the best ways, and he’s here for it.

But she looks much too young for him. By at least ten years.

She freezes as she glances around at the men wearing leather, and Jennings looks up with amusement. “You lost, darlin’?”

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