Their Fierce Love (Death Lords MC 4)

“You’re pretty mouthy,” he calls back.

“Being quiet never got me anywhere.”

He grunts. When we get to the house, there’s a big green dumpster in the driveway. Some kind of construction is going on.

Michigan cuts the engine and I slide off. Easy takes up one hand and Michigan the other and together they lead me to the rear of the house. The entire left side of the house is completely open and there’s a cement slab running perpendicular to the end. Two-by-four walls are bolted to the slab.

“What’re you doing?”

“Adding on.” Easy’s grinning like a kid at Christmas. “Figured we would need a bigger bedroom for all three of us. We knocked down the wall to Michigan’s bedroom and we’re building this addition. It’ll be our suite with an attached bathroom. We’re putting in a nice big shower and bathtub so we can take care of our girl right.”

They walk me through it. The addition makes the house an L shape. In the middle will be a patio and there are sliders that will open onto the patio from both the kitchen and the bedroom. Inside the bedroom there will be high transom windows so light can come in but prying eyes will be kept out.

“There’ll be a place here for you to read and then the bed,” Easy points out. “Along the wall opposite the bed we’ll have a long bookcase.”

“For books?” I tease.

“And a television,” Michigan admits sheepishly.

“We’re getting a custom-made bed so we’ve got plenty of room for all of us. Over here is your walk-in closet and Michigan and I will share the opposite one. We don’t got a lot of shit.”

“I don’t have a lot of…shit, either.”

They exchange grins at my unpracticed cursing.

“You will when we’re done with you,” Easy boasts.

Inside they show me the shower space. “It’s seven feet long and four feet wide. The bathtub is just as big.”

“Fits four,” Michigan says. “Or three really active people.” Then he winks at me. My heart is near bursting with happiness.

* * *

When the roof goes up and the walls are together I make us move back in. I’d rather be in our own house than at the club. Easy puts two mattresses on the living room floor. It fills up the entire space but it’s better than nothing.

I finally convince them to make love to me.

Easy lies on his back and Michigan is behind me. They are as tender and gentle with me as if I was a newborn kitten. They do all the work and I just lie there between them, a happy Annie. The lucky inside part of a hot man meat sandwich.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” I chant as they thrust into me, filling me up with lust and love and ecstasy.

“Love you too, baby,” Easy groans against my chest.

“Always and forever, sweetheart.” Michigan’s voice is hot on my neck.

After almost three weeks of no sex, it doesn’t take long for me to come all over them. Always and forever. Best words I’ve ever heard.