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“And I bet Juniorishis name,” she added.“I’m going to have to take this up with the Girl Gang and we can figure out names for you two.”
“Make sure you figure out ones for all the new guys, too,” I said.“As of right now, none of them have road names.”
She shook her head like she was disappointed in us.“And you guys call yourselves a motorcycle club.”
“I’ll bring it up to Wrecker the next time we have church,” I said with a smirk.
She snorted.“That probably won’t be for a month.”
I shrugged again, content with it.“Things have been quiet for a long time, and I am more than okay with that.I take care of the Lords Social Club, and the OGs just get to enjoy all the years they fought for things to be peaceful.”
She curled into me then with her arm sliding across my chest, and her leg thrown over mine like she was claiming me even in her exhaustion.
“We didn’t really fight for fourteen years,” she whispered, “but I think we get to sink into the peace of finally being together, right?”
I pressed a kiss to the side of her head, and inhaled the scent of her hair.“Damn straight, beautiful.We’ve got fourteen years to make up for.”
For a while, we were quiet, both of us drifting in and out of thought, our breaths syncing, our bodies tangled.Then, out of nowhere, she blurted, “Kneecap.”
I jolted, and blinked down at her.“What?”I laughed, startled.
She grinned mischievously.“I’m trying to think of road names for you guys.”
I laughed so hard my stomach hurt, my voice booming against the walls.“You know the names need to make sense, right?”
She shrugged, still smirking.“You guys all have kneecaps.Anyone can take that.”
I rolled her onto her back in one smooth move and loomed over her, bracing on my forearms.Her laughter faltered into a soft gasp as I lowered my head, our noses brushing.
“Adley,” I whispered.
“What?”she whispered back, as her lips trembled beneath mine.
“I fucking love you.”
A small smile spread across her lips.“I love you, too, Kneecap.”
I groaned and dropped my forehead to hers.She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down into another kiss, sealing the words we’d finally said out loud.Words that had been fourteen years in the making.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Adley
The Brewers game crowded every screen, the pool leagues were elbows-deep in smack talk, and the axe lanes thudded steady in the back like a heartbeat.It was busy, so Penny, Calla, Bay, and I split the floor four ways and called it good.The rest of the cousins had drifted in to hang out: Eden, Bell, and Clove were posted up at giant beer pong with red buckets and two-liters, tossing foam balls and talking trash like there was actual money on the line.
I was behind the bar for a lull with my hip pressed to the rail, and Mason was right there.He leaned back on his palms, ankles crossed, and that lazy half-grin he wore when the night finally found a rhythm.I slid between his knees and angled my shoulder into his chest.Thorn had the taps and the regulars handled without breaking a sweat.
“Penny keeps talking about the girls’ trip to Chicago,” I said, just to see how much trouble I could stir before I had to run another round.
Mason grunted.
“What’s that grunt for?”I asked, even though I already knew.
“I lost you to Chicago for fourteen years, Adley.”He dropped his voice so only I could hear it.“You think I’m excited you’re going back there?”
I looped my arms around his neck and tipped my chin up.“Are you afraid I’m not coming back?”
His hands slid to my hips.“I just got you, Adley.”
