Page 71 of Bound by Family
“Yes, sir.”
He nods in approval. “Let’s put it to vote. Yea or nay?”
When the resounding yea’s come through, I sit back, feeling damn accomplished. Now the real work begins.
“It passes. Coop, you’re in charge of this. Don’t let us down,” Pops announces.
Damn, that feels good.
“No, sir. Never.”
“Alright next order of business,” Pops says, garnering everyone’s attention. “Talked to Regg.”
The mention of his name doesn’t make me feel anything. He made shit decisions; that’s on him, not me. Even though he’s Bristyl’s dad, that means shit to me after he treated his daughter the way he did. I can only hope with Wolf out of the picture, that changes.
“Bristyl has no threats. It was all Wolf’s dumb ass. But he’s gone. They have some shit with the Red Devils, but he wouldn’t go into detail. Anyway, all is good, and he wants to meet with his kid.”
“That’s up to her,” I respond immediately.
“Understood.” Pops turns to GT and nods. “Your turn.”
“Had to put Deke in rehab.”
My fists clench and unclench at this sudden turn of events.
“He’s into heroin and needs to get clean. It’s a three-month program. I just wanted everyone to know.”
“Sorry, brother,” Dagger says, slapping GT on his shoulder. Then we all do the same.
I sure as shit hope Deke gets his act together.
“It is what it is. Now, we just gotta get him straight.”
“Tommy’s pushing again,” Pops interrupts, pulling the attention off GT, whose face shows how upset he is about his son. “I’m pushin’ back. No fuckin’ drugs run through Ravage. Weed isn’t a drug in our book. Anything heavier, we don’t touch. Understood?”
We all nod in agreement.
Drugs have never been my thing. Pussy and booze, fuck yeah. Drugs only reminds me of the incubator and how I felt as a kid, seeing her high and out of it. No thanks. Control is a must. You don’t have that when you’re hyped up on shit.
“That’s it. Adjourned.” Pops slams the gavel down, and I again hope like hell Deke can pull himself up.
* * *
“Beautiful, I’m home!”I call out through the empty space, my words echoing off the bare walls. The place is still pretty empty, but that’s changing later today. Bristyl picked out what she wanted, and I got a super-king bed. We both win.
“Hey, I’m just getting ready to make BLTs. You good with that?” she calls from the kitchen as I step around the corner and lean my shoulder against the wall.
Gorgeous. Beautiful. There are no other words to describe how she looks standing in the kitchen, her hair a tangled mess on top of her head.
She wipes her hands on a towel and tosses it over her shoulder. Her baby pink shirt stretches over her tits perfectly, and she’s wearing those damn boy shorts that hug her ass so tight that she might as well not put the fucking things on.
She looks up and gives me a soft smile. “Yes?”
Instead of answering, I cross the kitchen, wrap her in my arms, and lift her, giving her no other choice but to throw her hands around my neck and legs around my body. The contact of the kiss electrifies my cock. It pulses and jumps with each rub from Bristyl’s hot core. Her kisses are hot, wet, and ready for me. I love that she always is.
Placing her ass on the counter, we devour each other. She brings her hands to my face then threads her fingers through my hair, giving it that tug I love so damn much. Our tongues dance rhythmically in a passion and desire that I never knew existed until Bristyl. Now, I will never lose it. Never.
She throws her head back as my mouth glides down her neck, licking, nipping, sucking a trail to her collarbone. There, I nibble on the soft patch, gaining moans and whimpers from her, while her body is having a difficult time staying still on the countertop.
