Page 66 of Devil's Own: Roughneck

“I wanted to let you know the Lords and their old ladies will be here.”

She smiles, telling me I did the right thing. “It’s so much easier with seven of us to get these parties off the ground,” Nic says as she hands off the last list to the last brother who’s making a trip to Middlesboro for us. “Back in the day, it was just me, Greer, and Dusty when she could help. But you know, with her practice, that took precedence.”

“Did I hear my name?” Greer asks as she walks into the common with us. She looks hot in a fitted, black blouse with a plunging neckline that shows off her huge tits while showcasing her growing belly and a jean skirt so short that we’ll all get a coochie shot if she’s not careful. She pairs that with these sexy black booties, throwing down the sinner’s gauntlet. Greer’s taking no prisoners with that outfit. I bow to the masters.

“You look hot, Mama,” Nic says, and Greer smirks.

“Thanks. My man hasn’t been home in a while, and this mama needs to get her some.”

“I think you could show up in a muumuu and house slippers with your hair in a shower cap and Sarge would have that muumuu up around your waist thrusting his sword deeper than a knight in battle,” I said. The other women start to giggle.

“She’s not wrong,” Nic replies as she wipes at the corners of her eyes, and that just makes us laugh harder for whatever reason.

With the preparations in full swing, the time finally comes to go get my man. I load into the truck and make the drive down to Knoxville to pick him up. Although it hasn’t been that long since I’ve seen him, it still feels like a freaking year. He wants us to head to Gatlinburg. Part of me wants to just head there from Knoxville, but Rough deserves this party as much as the rest of the men. Still, I told him I’d do the research, and I have been. We obtain the license through the TN county clerk and there’s no waiting period. So we can get it the same day as our ceremony if necessary. Plus, we can start the process online.

I still can’t believe that I agreed to marry him. I love him. Iwantto marry him, but we haven’t been together all that long. Whatever. Even though I’m taking a huge chance, in my heart, I know it’s right. He’s the one I’ve been waiting to share my life with. I’m a different person since meeting Rough. The old Gia toed the line. Every decision I made from the time I took that pregnancy test at fifteen had been to benefit Waite. Every. Single. One. This is the first time I’m doing something forme. And I have to say, it feels fantastic.

The traffic in Knoxville reminds me of Sarasota with the sheer number of cars on the road and the speeds they travel. I’ve become accustomed to the laid-back life of Middlesboro, and it makes me appreciate Rough and our life together even more.

Lanes of cars wait for the light to turn green. Eventually, I reach the turn-in to the airport, clicking on my blinker to merge into theshort-termparking lane. After fifteen minutes of continuous searching and circling up the ramp, I find a spot so far back in the lot that it feels like I’ve entered a different county, but I grab it. I might have to hire a guide for the trek down to the terminal. To prevent losing my car on the return, I snap off a picture of the level and jog the best I can in this outfit made for sin, not exercise.

I pace in the passenger receiving area, waiting for his flight to land. The other women have arrived with their children for the ones who have them. With Greer and Nic looking so hot, I decided to put in a little effort. Rough deserves as much. My black shirt, made of very thin cotton ties at the waist, drapes dramatically off one shoulder. I paired that with tight, black jeans and spiky-heeled shin boots with ruching—volume to my hair and sex-kitten makeup. I am so getting laid when he sees me. Of course, my giant, bright, shining pink sapphire and diamond engagement ring glitters for all and sundry to see.

One by one, the men begin to filter off the plane. Reaper first. Then Dark and Sarge, who scoops his wife up into his arms and plants an almost-pornographic kiss on her lips with little Tasha hugging his leg and Ace in the stroller. When he sets Greer down, he whispers something in her ear, then picks up his girl in one arm and his boy from the stroller in the other.

“Daddy missed you, pumpkin,” he says to Tasha before peppering her face with kisses. The little girl squeals the way only a little one can squeal. Then he turns his attention to his boy.

Seeing these big, burly bikers giving hugs and love to their children without thinking twice about it is amazing. Dark has his family smushed in a group hug while Reaper rubs Dusty’s belly as he kisses his hello.

“What? Nothing for me?” says a sexy voice.

I tear my eyes away from my friends to see Rough walking down the ramp. I run to him.

“Missed you so much,” I say right before giving him his own pornographic lip lock.

“Fuck, woman, you look hot.”

I shrug. “I thought I’d try my luck at picking up a sexy biker at an airport. I haven’t been laid in a while.”

“Oh, yeah, how’s that working out for you?”

“I’ll tell you after we get back to the clubhouse.”

“Home is closer,” he says, and no. That will ruin everything. He has to be at the club.

“We’ve planned a little homecoming for you men. It’d suck you not showing up.”

His eyes soften in a way that I’ll never tire of seeing. “Okay, baby,” he says indulgently while turning us to leave. “We’ll fuck at the clubhouse.”

We sure as hell will.

“Love you, Griff,” I whisper, and he whirls me into his arms so fast my head starts to spin. He presses all the love he feels for me in his kiss as he kisses me again. And yeah—my soul alights with happiness. This is the man of my dreams, and he’s mine. Flesh and blood and lips and tongue and…Gah!We need to move this reunion along. Mama needs some Rough cock.No truer words, Gia… No truer words.

“Any movement on Gatlinburg?” he asks once we get ourselves moving, though at a much slower pace than my libido initially intended. Love wins this round. I soak up as much nearness to the man as possible. Holding his hand, leaning into him as we walk. We simply enjoy each other’s company before the boot-knocking portion of the evening commences.

“I started the application online. When we decide to go down, we have to bring our IDs. Birth certificates and things like that. Then we’ll get the license the same day.”

“Love you, Gee.” He searches my eyes before kissing me a third time, this time slower and much sweeter. And I’m all about that life. He wants this as much as I do.

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