Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Brother,” Deacon warned.
Reese ignored both men. He could see she believed this was strictly between her and her sister. She was dead wrong. It involved Rev. Because he was who Reilly was with, not any of his Fury brothers.
He was staking his claim, not anyone else. So, yeah, he had things to say.
“And when he’s in your bed today and tomorrow a sweet butt is crawling into his, then what?” Reese asked.
“That what you think of me?” Rev asked, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head to lock a hard gaze with Reilly’s older sister.
But before Reese could answer, Reilly spun toward Deacon. “How many sweet butts did you fuck after meeting my sister?” She lifted a palm again. “How many sweet butts did you fuck after she left you and went back to Mansfield without even talking to you first? Even though I pleaded with her to do so? You had every right to fuck each and every one of them. But you didn’t, did you?” She turned back to Reese. “I was here when you weren’t, Reese. Deke could’ve taken any of them to bed after you left him, but you know what? He didn’t. Not one. And it wasn’t like they didn’t make themselves easily available.”
“Our situation is different,” Reese said softly.
“Not thinkin’ it is,” Deacon answered her in a murmur while staring at Rev.
Rev faced his club brother and confirmed, “It ain’t.”
“Damn,” Deacon murmured. “Hear that, baby? He’s not tappin’ her ass because she’s available, he’s—”
“Yeah,” Rev just about shouted to shut Deke up.
Everyone stared at him and no one blinked.
Fuck.
Reilly suddenly snapped back into motion. Thank fuck. “Reese, I want what you and Deacon have. Let me have that.”
Reese was still staring at him, which made it worse when she asked, “With Rev?”
Why did she sound surprised? Did she believe he wasn’t good enough for her sister?
“I…” Reilly made a noise of frustration in her throat. “Does it matter with who?”
“Yeah, it does,” Rev answered Reilly’s question. “‘Cause you’re mine, so it really does fuckin’ matter.”
Reese turned wide green eyes to Rev. “This isn’t just a… a hookup?”
“Even if it is, stop trying to control my life. If I want to bang every Fury member, a different one every night, then I should be allowed to do so.”
“Yeah, that ain’t happenin’,” Rev growled.
Deacon snorted.
“You know what I mean.” She turned back to Reese. “Look, I appreciate everything you’ve ever done for me. All of the sacrifices you’ve made. But let… me… go. Be my sister and not my mother. Be happy for me when I’m happy. Be there to hold me when I’m not. And I’ll do the same for you. But let me have this and stop smothering me.”
“Reilly,” Reese started.
Reilly interrupted her with, “Trip said he was leaving it up to you.”
“Fuck that,” Rev muttered. It was time for him to take control of the situation. He’d heard more than enough. This was his life. Reilly’s life. Their potential life together. “You ain’t askin’ your sister’s permission for shit. You don’t have to. You ain’t a child. I appreciate everythin’ you did for Reilly, too, Reese, but you ain’t her mother and even if you were, I’d be sayin’ the same shit right now. She’s my woman, I’m takin’ care of this and nobody got shit to say about it.”
“Oh, somebody’s gonna have shit to say about it,” Deacon warned. “You forgettin’ about the exec committee?”
“No. And that’s how I’m gonna handle it.”
Deacon whistled softly. “Yeah, you got it bad. Enough to stand in front of that table and admit you broke a club rule.”
“If that’s what I gotta do, that’s what I’m gonna do. Don’t need your ol’ lady’s permission to claim mine. Just need the exec committee’s permission for that.”
When he was done speaking, the apartment was completely silent. He took one breath, then a second and turned to Reese, expecting to see her fuming.
Her expression was actually surprisingly soft and her eyes oddly glistened. Was she going cry?
What the hell was wrong with her?
He frowned. “You okay?”
“Pregnancy hormones,” Deacon said as if that explained everything.
Reese was knocked up? Should he congratulate her? He wasn’t sure what to fucking do when it came to Deacon’s ol’ lady. She wasn’t like the rest of them.
Rev glanced back at Deacon for help. He only shrugged.
Reese wiped at her eyes. “Answer me one thing, Rev.”
He hoped he didn’t regret this… “Anything.”
“Do you love her? I’m assuming you do since you’re willing to do what you plan to do. We know what happened to Cage and I assume that bullshit will happen to you, too. You sound willing to go through that to have my sister. So, tell me, do you love her?”
Of fucking course Reese asked the one thing he wasn’t willing to tell her. No fucking way. Not when the only time he’d told Reilly was when he was blitzed.