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Axel steps up to my side and touches my elbow gently. "I'm sorry about that. That guy's had it out for me for years. He shouldn't have said what he did, though."
I shrug. I don't really care about what he said, I'm just wildly protective of my guys, and I'd wanted to punch the guy the moment he bumped Axel on the track. But I narrow my eyes at Beckett with no real heat behind them and point my finger at his chest. "You better not stop me, next time, Beck. That dude has it coming."
He smiles and wraps two large arms around me, dragging me to his chest. "Promise," he whispers into my ear, and all pretend anger at him vanishes. I hug him back, so fucking proud of how far he's come.
Engine's rev as the next race starts, and it pulls my attention. This race is different, though. The motocross bikes have small platformsnext to them like tiny sidecars. I watch in fascination as teams of two push their bikes up to the starting line.
"Sidecarcross. You have a driver or rider, and a passenger, or monkey, who shifts their weight around the turns to help balance the bike," Axel replies, wrapping his arms around me from behind so we can both watch.
"So, you mean, I could do that with you?" I say, a little too much hope in my voice, tipping my head back to look up at him.
He chuckles, but shakes his head. "Absolutely not. It's way too dangerous."
"Oh shit... She's serious," Maddox replies.
Axel just looks down at me and groans.
I grin. My guys will always give me what I want.
Chapter thirty-two
Nikki
We've started doing these small parties at the shop every week. It's just a way for us to blow off steam after a long work week. The boys will draw passion projects that don't always translate to tattoos or that customers haven't asked for yet. It recharges their creative juices that tatting the same Tweety Bird or tribal just doesn't.
I've started drinking, although not as much as that first night. I enjoy the warm buzz of just enough Champagne. And I feel safe with the guys. And God, it's such a new and wonderful feeling. I hadn't realized how much I needed this, feeling safe. I don't think I've ever really felt safe. Not even before I ran away.
Leana and I are the only girls tonight, and I love how calm and relaxed Beckett looks. He's watching us from the wall, leaning against it, a small smile playing on his thick lips.
A wicked grin spreads across my face.
I dance over to him, rolling my hips seductively, giving him attention that he's not used to getting from a woman. He's come so far in his healing journey, and I'm so proud of him it makes my chest ache.
"What are you doing, trouble?" he asks, bringing a hand to my hip.
I turn in my flats, my ankle bracelet jingling, before I dance against him. I rub my ass against him shamelessly. He lost his virginity a week ago; it's like a dam exploded. It's all we can do to keep our hands off of each other long enough to make dinner and give some attention to the other guys.
They're great at sharing me, but we're all a little greedy, if I'm being honest. I can't get enough of them, and they can't get enough of me.
It's longing and belonging like I've never experienced before. It's even better than the smutty books I read. I can read all about love, and great sex, and happily-ever-afters, but to experience it is something different; something new. And I'm falling in love with my new life—and my new roommates.
Axel is as sweet as he is sexy. As tender as he is crass. As haunted as he is vulnerable. Maddox is demanding, commandeering, controlling, and so utterly careful with me, it's mindblowing. And Beckett is a prince in shining armor. He just needed someone to believe in him.
My grin widens as I feel him hardening against my ass. I lean my back into his chest as his big hand clasps around my hip.
"I'm asking you again. What are you doing trouble? You trying to get bent over this couch too?" he growls lowly in my ear. I snake one hand up his neck and through his long hair. The memory of the first night with all of them causing heat to rise to my chest.
"I'm sorry. What the fuck is going on right now?" Leana asks, her voice tinged with surprise and excitement.
My blush deepens, even as the alcohol loosens my inhibitions.
"We've been practicing," I say sheepishly. I want to brag about how far he's come and how proud I am of him, while at the same time wanting to keep our practices just to ourselves. Leana simply stares at me, dumbfounded, her mouth hanging slightly open.
"And you're..." ...fucking. She doesn't finish the sentence, but she doesn't have to. Heat floods my face, and I can feel my hairline start to sweat. I'm not embarrassed by sleeping with them. I'm over themoon sleeping with them. They've given me a life I never thought possible. They've made me feel more in the few months we've been together than I've felt in the ten years prior.
I've gotten so comfortable with what we've got going on. Our time together in the shop, our time together at home. I feel protected in our comfortable little bubble, and having someone shine a light directly at it makes me shy.
But this is me. I love sex. And the book club has been nagging me nonstop about finally sleeping with the guys. I just hadn't told them yet.
