Blood & Bone - Easy (Blood Fury MC 12)

Needles for tattoos, perfectly okay. A needle jammed through his nipples, so fucking not.

With his hands planted on her hips, he kept dancing with her, pretending as if this was all normal, because previously it had been. Before her, he would’ve fucked Angel—or any sweet butt—right on the spot. Given her what she wanted and taken what he wanted, too.

But, for fuck’s sake, he didn’t want any of this.

Not now.

He ground his teeth, forcing himself not to push her away. Forced himself to let her continue, even though every damn cell in his body screamed at him to stop her. To keep the sweet butt from getting him hard.

Knowing she was watching. Maybe even judging.

Or, fuck him, maybe he was wrong and Tessa didn’t even care.

It could be that he was the only one it bothered.

Would she even give a fuck if he used Angel like Tessa used him?

She said she didn’t want anyone to know. She said she didn’t want Easy to approach her brother.

Maybe he was making too much out of all of this.

Because she had made him fucking weak.

Tessa was controlling him, whether on purpose or by accident. Either way, it was another reason for him to end things with her. Stop accepting how she wanted things between them to go.

Stop letting her make the fucking decisions.

She was affecting his goddamn life, too, not just her own.

But the second Angel dropped to her knees and reached for his belt, right fucking there in the middle of the damn courtyard for anyone to see, he realized he wasn’t in the mood to play this game.

Not with Angel. And definitely not with Tess.

He pulled the sweet butt’s hand free of his buckle and grabbed her elbows, hauling her back to her feet.

Instead of pushing her away, he pulled her close and began shuffling his feet, pretending to continue to dance.

“What the fuck’s wrong with you?” he hissed in her ear. “The kids are still around.” Thank fuck that they were, otherwise he’d have no good excuse to turn down a blowjob.

Did he want one? Fuck yeah.

Did he want one from Angel? Fuck no.

The lips he wanted wrapped around his cock were attached to the woman still under the pavilion.

He snuck a quick glance in that direction.

Toward the woman who had been under the pavilion.

The woman who had stolen his desire for anyone but her was now gone.

Fuck!

When Easy pulled Angel back to her feet, dropped his head, and put his mouth to the sweet butt’s ear, Tessa’s stomach twisted and her throat tightened.

“You okay?” Maddie bumped their shoulders together.

She glanced over at her friend. “Yeah, I just…”

“Just?”

She hadn’t shared what had been going on between her and Easy with anyone. Not even Maddie or Saylor, the two she was closest with.

She shook her head in an attempt to clear the vision of Easy and Angel together from her mind. “I just need to pee and get another beer.” She hopped off the picnic table where they all sat on top of it. “Anyone else want one?”

“I’ll take one,” Saylor called out. “Or bring out a bottle of Jack instead. I have the night off and might as well take advantage of it.”

“Better enjoy it before the baby comes.”

“No shit,” Saylor answered. “In fact…” She dug into her pocket and pulled out a metal pipe and a rolled up baggie of weed, then held it up. “I think it’s time to get lit and then go dance before the band’s done playing.”

Tess glanced over at Josie and saw her chewing on her bottom lip. Chelle’s youngest daughter was looking over at her mother across the courtyard.

She wasn’t old enough to drink yet and Chelle strongly preferred her daughters not smoke pot. Both Maddie and Josie respected their mother, as well as Shade—especially since they all still lived under the same roof and Chelle was footing the bill of their college education—so they avoided partaking in the sharing of a joint, bowl or bong with the rest of them. At least when Chelle or Shade were in view.

Tessa got it. Chelle gave a shit about her girls and their future, unlike Tammy with her three “crotch fruit.”

Tammy was relieved when Trip moved out, ecstatic when Tessa took off and even more thrilled when her last kid, a barely eighteen-year-old Tucker, joined the Marines and shipped out to boot camp.

Not once had she tried to convince her children to stay, not once had she mentioned she’d miss them. Not once had she called Tessa, Trip or even their younger brother to come home for a holiday. Not one text or a birthday card was sent. No phone calls to check to see if they were doing okay.

Not one.

Tammy no longer had any use for them. Especially after Tessa’s father took off once the last of his parental responsibilities fled the house. He immediately moved in with a woman he’d been apparently fucking around with for years. Tessa doubted that she was the first woman her dad cheated with. He did his fatherly duty by sticking around to make sure Tessa and Tucker survived and he helped pay the bills. Tessa’s suspicion was he did that bare minimum so that he didn’t have to pay child support to Tammy. Once his “duties” were gone, he was done with his “duties.” Both of them.