Page 60 of Flyboy's Nightingale
He opens the door and Avery flies in, setting everything down before slamming the door in Flyboy’s face as soon as he steps outside. I smile at my best friend.
She holds the bag with my clothes out to me. I stand, taking the bag from her and no sooner do I have my clothes on, when she tackles me onto the bed in a bear hug. I laugh and cry at the same time. We spend about an hour alone before the other Ol’ ladies start to shuffle in. We spend the next several hours just laughing and forgetting all the bad things in the world.
I will not let the fact that there are two assholes out there waiting to snatch or injure me, poison everything good in my life.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
Flyboy
It’s beentwo fucking months of this nightmare. The week after lockdown was set in place, I went and got the pins removed from my left leg and was put in a walking knee brace and an air cast. I also got the approval from physical therapy and was ordered to only use crutches when the pain becomes unbearable. The same day that I came home from having the pins removed, Coin also came home. We had church a few days later, officially voting in our prospect, Noah, into the club. A party is set in motion as soon as we get this other shit taken care of.
No one can seem to find these assholes that are hovering around our fucking territory. They haven’t threatened anyone anymore, they’re simply laying low. Which is making everyone antsy, short tempered, and ready for a fucking fight. Which is exactly what is fixin’ to happen between Coin and Pretty Boy over a game of pool. Looking over my shoulder at the men, I shift the sleeping Riley further away from what's about to go down.
“You fucking cheated!” Pretty Boy yells.
“No, the hell I didn’t. You’re just being a miserable fuck. Get your head out of your ass,” Coin growls, not angry but over Pretty Boy’s miserable attitude.
“Fuck you and fuck this bullshit. I’m fucking out of here,” Pretty Boy snaps, throwing his pool stick on the table before storming toward the front door.
Just as he’s about to slam through the door, it swings open, and in walks the one man that can truly make me nervous.
“Well, well, you don’t look happy to see me and here I was thinking I was bringing you a gift.” He goads the very pissed off Pretty Boy.
“If you’re here, that only means chaos is nipping at your damn heels. So what is it this time?” Pretty Boy glares.
“Can’t a brother just come see his little sister?” He shrugs like it’s no big deal.
We’re all watching the exchange, unsure if Pretty Boy is going to shoot the man or not. Which would be very bad because that would upset Lil’ Red, which in turn, will piss off Duck and well, that doesn't end well for anyone. Pretty Boy opens his mouth just as a squeal of an unnatural pitch pierces the air.
“Big brother, you’re here!” is bellowed, followed by a flash of red diving into his arms.
I watch as the man that’s always hard, the smile and laugh you get is never real, melt under Lil’ Red’s hug. They stand there for long moments, talking quietly into each other's ear. Looking away from the two of them, I kiss Riley on the top of the head, and take a pull from the beer in my hand, not ready to deal with whatever he’s about to drop into our laps.
“Somebody want to tell me why some man is manhandling my woman and none of you assholes are stopping it?” Duck booms, loud enough to wake Riley.
Riley stirs, stretching her arms high over her head causing a sliver of her belly to appear. Reaching down, I run my fingeracross the exposed skin, marveling at how soft she is. That small amount of skin causes want and need to rush to my cock. Reaching up, I tip her face upward so I can see her eyes.
“Keep wiggling like that on my lap and I might just take you right here in front of everyone,” I mumble low so only she can hear me.
She smiles into the kiss, wrapping her hand into my hair pulling me closer to her. I slide my hand over her hip grabbing a handful of her luscious ass. Moaning, Riley shifts more onto my lap, our kiss getting deeper. My cock is so fucking hard I’m surprised it’s not bursting out of my jeans. The kiss is steamy, causing us to forget about everyone else in the room.
“At this point, you might as well fuck her in front of everyone to stake your claim,” Wesson snaps close to my ear.
His words have more of an impact than he realizes. Riley goes from relaxed and enjoying herself, stiff as a board with her face bright red and buried in my neck.
“Why don’t you fuck off and quit being an asshole,” I snap back, now pissed as hell.
“It’s not in my nature not to be an asshole.” He slaps me on the shoulder before walking away.
The urge to get up and beat on him is nearly uncontrollable until I feel Riley slightly shaking. Glancing down, I tip her face up so I can see her eyes, deflating when I find her laughing silently, her cheeks bright red.
“Do you find it funny?” I whisper, my lips close to hers.
“He wasn’t wrong. A few more minutes of you kissing me like that and I might have just begged you to.” Her grin is pure and happy.
That look is the balm to my soul. I now understand what Steel, Torch, and Razor mean when they say that keeping their woman happy is the only thing that matters. I know now, looking into her eyes that are shining bright with nothing butcontentment and happiness that I would put anyone to ground if they were to try and take this gleeful look away from her.
