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“I’m in Orlando for two weeks after this, so it’s like a sendoff of sorts for me,” Jack tells him.
“Heading down to see Skylar?” Gabriel asks him as Layla approaches and hugs me from behind.
I squeeze her back. “We’re gonna have so much fun,” she whispers so she doesn’t interrupt the two men talking.
“Yep, grandson number two born yesterday. They’re just a blessing those grandbabies,” Jack continues.
“Congrats, bro,” Gabriel says, and the other members offer their congratulations as well.
“Who’s this beauty?” the man asks as I turn my full attention back to him.
Gabriel reaches between us and grabs my waist possessively. “This is Brinley,” he says, pulling me closer, under the crook of his arm. I breathe in his leather and spice scent. His hand drifts down to my hip and he squeezes tight in front of everyone in the open space.
The gray-haired giant stands stunned for a few seconds and then chuckles, a deep sound that reverberates from his chest.
“Well, Brinley, this is a turn of events I wasn’t prepared for. I’m Jack Walker,” he says extending a mitt sized weathered hand.
“Brinley Beaumont,” I respond.
“Never expected this guy to bring a plus one,” he says to me.
“Neither did he.” I grin.
Jack chuckles and scrubs his jaw, then turns to Gabriel but speaks to me. “You know, his mother always said he always chased the path he would suffer the most on and he wouldn’t settle down until he was satisfied with his own suffrage.”
“I could see that.” I smirk up at Gabriel who squeezes me closer.
“Yeah, I bet you can,” Jack grins at me.
“Fine woman, that Theresa,” Jack says as if he’s remembering a past life. It makes me wonder how well he knew her.
“She also used to say that the right person would only show up once you thought you’d suffered enough to deserve her.” Jack claps Gabriel on the shoulder.
Gabriel looks down at me and uses his first two fingers to tuck my hair behind my ear.
He kisses my forehead. “You think I’ve suffered enough, little hummingbird?” he whispers in my ear.
I smile up at him. “Never,” I whisper back.
“Fuck.” Jack cackles. “Let’s go, Romeo, I’ll show you to your cabin.”
We settle into our surprisingly sturdy tent-like cabin, right beside Layla and Sean. There’s a spot at the back of each cabin for the guys’ bikes, it’s clearly been designed to house an event like this.
I quickly change into a rather revealing black tank top Layla gave me, that has tiny little rips and holes in both the front and back. Then I slip on a short, distressed jean skirt that makes my legs and ass look amazing, and add a pair of black fringe ankle boots with a chunky heel. I give myself a little half turn and admire the way all this training has shaped me without taking away from my curves. If anything, all those weighted squats he’s had me doing have made me more shapely and I love how feminine—yet strong—I feel.
This skirt is not something I would ever normally wear. Normally, I live in yoga pants or jeans, casual tees, and my chucks, but here I want to feel sexy.
I curl my hair and fluff it up around my shoulders, and give myself some cherry lipstick, a hefty dose of eyeliner, a fewchains, and some hoop earrings before exiting the cabin. Sean and Layla, the entire HOH crew, Jack Walker, and Gabriel are all waiting and talking at the bottom of the cabin steps. The only one missing is Jake. Gabriel said he had a deal to work out in order to replace the methadone that was lost in another Atlanta clinic break in, so he won’t be here until later tonight.
Everyone stops talking the moment my feet hit the steps. It’s like a scene from one of the rom coms I watch, when the heroine gets a makeover. Layla lets out a low whistle.
“Fuck yes! Naughty little schoolteacher vibes, I’d do you!” She giggles as I feel my cheeks heat under the attention.
I’m too nervous to make eye contact with Gabriel until I hear everyone’s chatter start to resume, but when I do, I can’t help but notice the hunger I see in his eyes. I attempt to walk by him and give Layla a side hug. His hand darts out to wrap his first finger around my pinky and tug me close.
“This…” he whispers into my ear in a gruff timbre. “This is going to have me plucking out the eyes of every man here tonight one by one. I can fucking feel it.”
I reach up and pat him on the chest under his cut before kissing him.
