Page 498 of Hell Hath No Fury
Briggs’s moving day arrived and I was a sobby mess. Not that my kid would know it. I had managed to keep my shit together most of the week but only because Harm had been my rock.
The plan was to drive Briggs’s stuff up to the new apartment he and Baylor would be sharing just outside the campus area. After doing the math, this option had ended up being cheaper than room and board in the dorms. The boys weren’t kidding when they said they were planning on paying for everything themselves, but I had vowed that if they could come up withwhatever Bryce had intended to contribute, I’d chip in the other half, so once again, the three of us were feeling like the dream team.
“You still good to stay overnight at the club?” Harm asked as he closed up the truck.
Apparently, the Dogs had recently opened a chapter in Seattle. It was less than a year old, but Hatch had asked Harm to drop the truck off there when we were done, then ride one of the bike’s down they’d been restoring for him.
“Yes. I’m a little nervous about getting on a bike, but otherwise, I’m fine.”
He grinned. “It’s gonna be hot as fuck for the next week, so it’s optimal riding conditions, and outside of my reckless youth, I’m a good rider, Bryn. You’ll be safe.”
“I’m not worried about you,” I rushed out. “I’m worried I’ll do something to make you crash.”
“You plannin’ on suckin’ me off in the middle of our trip?”
“What?” I squeaked. “Of course not.”
“Then we’ll be good.”
I blushed. “God, Harm. Now I want to suck you off in the middle of our trip.”
He chuckled. “You can do it tonight at the club.”
“First night without condoms,” I whispered.
“Jesus,” he hissed.
“Mom, are you ready?” Briggs called.
“Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?” I retorted, making my way from the back of the truck.
I heard Harm’s grunt and I grinned as I joined my kid at his car. “I’m good. Are you sure you have everything?”
“Yep, I double checked.”
“Okay, let me pee one more time,” I said.
“I think I left my phone on the counter,” Harm lied, and followed me inside, pulling me into the powder bathroom, sliding his hand between my legs. “You wanna play, Bryn?”
I ran my tongue over his lips. “Definitely.”
He growled, low in his throat. “Okay, we’re gonna play. You got clothespins in your laundry room?”
“Um, yes, why?”
“Go get me two. I’ll show you later.” He smacked my butt, then headed out my front door.
I did my thing, then grabbed the clothespins, handing them to him before joining Briggs in his car.
* * *
Eight hours later, we were pulling up to the new Dogs of Fire chapter on the outskirts of Seattle, and I was a little nervous.
“Bryn?”
“Yeah?”
“You can relax,” Harm said, laying his hand on my thigh.
