Page 71 of Dancin' with Demons

They knock again. “Open the door, man.”

Raylynn laughs at the mock whine in Catacomb’s tone. Grumblin’ as she gets up, I don’t have a choice but to let her answer the damn door. Once she unlocks it, Catacomb steps inside and I crook my finger at her to demand she bring her ass right back to the couch. She does, and I can’t fuckin’ describe the serenity havin’ her in my arms brings me.

“Think Raylynn can survive without you for a few hours?”

“I think it’s bold that you assume I want to be anywhere else right now,” I quip playfully.

“You can be pussy-whipped later, Renegade,” he says with a chuckle, “Trickster challenged me to doubles in Pool, and I ain’t fuckin’ losin’ to that smart-mouthed little shit-stain. So, grab your stick and let’s go.”

“Cat, seriously,” I say, “tomorrow maybe bu—“

“Babe,” Raylynn says, surprisin’ me into fuckin silence when, in front of my president, she gets up and straddle me on the couch, “go spend time with your brothers. Savior and I will be right here when you’re done.”

My hands settle on her hips and slowly trail down to her ass, pullin’ her closer in a way that rubs her leggin’ covered core against my crotch. “Little love, I want to be here right now.”

“I know, and I want you to be,” she says, runnin’ her nails through my hair, scratchin’ my scalp lightly and sendin’ a tingle right now my spine, “but they need time with you, too. Hammer’s betrayal didn’t just hurt us, it hurt your club.”

Sighin’, I stare at her, tryin’ to figure out when this relationship became her doin’ the advice givin’ and reassurin’ instead of the other way around. “I’m so proud of how strong you’ve become, Ray. I hope you know that.”

Her cheecks tingle pink as she tucks her fire-colored hair behind her ears. “It’s thanks to you. Now, go make fun of Trickster for a few hours. He forced me to listen to Celine Dion the other day while I was cookin’ so I feel like he deserve for you to give him shit.”

I groan loudly in mock horror. “Not fuckin’ Dion, again.”

Catacomb chuckles from the door way, and Raylynn squeals, wrappin’ her arms around my neck as I heave and stand, takin’ her with me. Kissin’ her deeply as I stand in the middle of the livin’ room, holdin’ her up by her ass, I groan for a completely different reason.

“Okay, let’s go,” Catacomb finally says, “we’re goin’ to the common room, not deployment in Iraq.”

I set Raylynn on her feet, kiss her one last time, before grabbin’ my keys and slippin’ ‘em in my back pocket before headin’ to the common room.

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“What did I do to deserve this kind of ass whoopin’?” Trickster complains as he throws his hands up in the air.

We’ve played Pool, takin’ turns among the brothers for the last five hours, and he ain’t won yet.

“Payback for makin’ my woman listen to Celine Dion,” I say with a smirk.

Trickster stares at me with his mouth open in faux shock. “She was singin’ along, bro! You can’t punish me if she had fun!”

I hold my hands up in surrender. “I’m just doin’ what she said, man.”

The group of us closest to the Pool tables all laugh until someone behind me lets out a loud fuckin’ wolf whistle. Spinnin’ around, my eyes go wide, and my brain goes a little fuzzy. Raylynn walks toward me across the common room, hair down, no shoes, wearin’ a short silk robe that makes it obvious she ain’t wearin’ shit under it.

“What the hell are you doin’?” I grit through my teeth once she’s close enough.

Raylynn doesn’t miss a step as she steps flush against me, grabs me by the back of my neck, and yanks my lips down to hers. For a second, I forget where in the common room until someone coughs and snaps me back to reality.

Pullin’ back, I stare at her, searchin’ her face and tryin’ to figure out what the fuck to say.

“Claim me,” she whispers, gently draggin’ her nails down the back of my head and neck.

“What?”

“I said, claim me, Makoa.” The fire in her eyes is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, and my fingers flex against her hips.

Turnin’ my head, I meet Catacomb’s eyes as he stares at both of us. Once he nods, I take a deep breath, realizin’ that apparently, this is gonna happen. Bringin’ my eyes back to Raylynn, I move one hand up her side and grip the side of her neck.

“Are you sure about this, little love?”

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