Page 26 of After Us (Next Generation 6)

“Fuck, baby, you have the tightest throat.”

I remembered he liked it rough and that was it.

What was his favorite color?

Did he like watching movies?

Did he enjoy being a part of his dad’s club?

What was it like being a biker?

Was he looking forward to being president of Hell’s Harlem one day?

So many questions bounced around in my head that I didn’t have the answers to. Would I ever get the answers I was looking for?

My cell phone rang, startling me. I had completely forgotten I plugged it into the wall socket the night before.

I smiled when I saw that it was one of my best friends, video calling. “Hey, Gigi.”

“Hi.” She gave me a wide smile. “I texted you yesterday and then I called but you were obviously getting reacquainted.” She paused. “How’s it going?”

I looked over my shoulder before turning back to her and placing my phone on the counter, leaning it against the microwave. “It’s going.”

“Yeah?” She chewed her bottom lip. “That rough?”

I shrugged, taking a sip of my coffee. “It’s been a while. We’re trying to get into a routine, but it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours. So…”

“I get that.” Gigi pulled her long curly hair up into a messy bun. “Listen, I’m getting ready to head out to the studio but wanted to check in first. I know everyone wants to see him. Even the twins have been asking about him.”

My heart warmed. “Really?”

“Yeah, so you guys can come over whenever you’re ready. No rush. Even if it’s just the girls and us.”

I thought a moment. “I think that would be nice.”

“Babe, who you talking to this early?” Vince Jr. came up behind Gigi and kissed her cheek. “Hey, Piper.”

“Hi. How’s Hannah?” Their daughter was a few months younger than Brynlee and was simply adorable.

“Sleeping just like her mama should be doing.” He took the phone from Gigi.

“What are you doing? Vince, give me back my phone,” I heard her say in the background.

“We’ll meet up soon,” he told me. “But right now, I’m going to take my girl back to bed.”

I laughed. “Have fun.”

He winked. We said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone.

“You complaining to our friends about me?”

I jumped, spun around, and found Jaron standing at the entrance to the kitchen, holding Brynn. She was sucking on her soother, holding her stuffed pig toy. I went up to them and kissed her cheek.

“Sleep well, baby girl?” I asked, running a hand down her back.

She leaned her head against Jaron’s shoulder.

“I asked you a question,” Jaron said, his voice rough.

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