Luck Of The Devil (Devil's Riders 6)

“You too?”

She nodded. We looked in a circle and laughed even louder.

“Kirsten, you better use birth control if you don’t want to sprout.”

She stared at us, her eyes wide as saucers.

“You’re going to terrify the poor girl!” Janet looked around. “I need a glass of wine, dammit.”

“But you’re pregnant!”

“I’ll only have a couple of sips. Half a drink is not going to hurt it this early. Trust me, I didn’t know I was pregnant with the twins until seven weeks and I definitely drank in that time. No hard stuff though.”

Janet wandered off to get herself a drink and the rest of us giggled. Even Kirsten. She was a beautiful girl, inside and out. And watching her with her daughter had proven to us all that she was a good egg.

We were all in agreement that she was one of us. She was in the sisterhood, whether she wanted to be or not.

“They’re all high-handed.” I patted her arm. “You’ll get used to it.”

Janet was back with her wine. I stared at it. It was pink.

“What is that?”

“Wine and seltzer. Dammit.”

I giggled. I’d never heard of a red wine spritzer before. Judging from Janet’s face, it wasn’t all that satisfying. She took a sip and sat.

“So, is it true? You won’t sleep with him until you’re married?”

“Janet!”

Kirsten turned bright red. So it was true. I tried not to laugh.

“I’m not trying to trick him to the altar. It’s a… spiritual thing.”

“We know that, honey,” Sally reassured her.

But Janet shook her head.

“I doubt that would work with this crew anyway. They don’t do a damn thing they don’t want to. But if you were tricking Lucky into doing something responsible, I would high five you.”

Kirsten started giggling again. We told her to take another sip of the vodka. She needed it. She was definitely a little less pale now.

“He’s so responsible!”

“He is now. You did that to him. Trust me, that guy has matured rapidly in the past few weeks.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. I don’t think there’s any way to delay this wedding unless you really want out.”

“I don’t!”

“Good. It’s just as well. That man won’t be stopped. Not when there is sex on the line. You okay with that?”

“You don’t think he’s marrying me, just to…”

“No,” Janet said firmly.

“Definitely not,” Becks piped in.

I put my arm around her.

“Not a chance. But, it might have sped the process up a bit!”

This time we were so loud that the guys did hear us laughing. We were laughing so loud that a few of us announced that we had to pee. I pressed a kiss to Kirsten’s cheek. She smiled at me.

“Thank you so much for letting us build a house here. I can’t believe we’re going to be neighbors.”

I linked my arm through hers.

“We’re going to be more than that.”

The other girls nodded, knowing what I was about to say.

“We’re going to be sisters.”

Chapter 35

Whiskey

“Got it?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

I held the arch steady as Callaway used a nail gun to slap the last few heavy duty nails into place. The dock was now complete with an ornamental archway at the end, soon to be hung with twinkling lights.

We got to work doing that, though I was sure the ladies would swoop in and re-adjust everything anyway. The dock now had railings as well. Safer for the future and prettier for the ceremony tonight.

“Can you believe our little Lucky is all grown up?”

“Little?” Callaway snorted. Lucky was a big dude, almost as big as me. But he had been the most immature of all of us so I still called him ‘little.’ It was a bonus that it annoyed the ever living fuck out of him. “I would not have believed it if I hadn’t seen it myself.”

“She’s a great girl. Becks already loves her.”

“Mols too.”

“Now we just have to tolerate that smug fuck and we’re all good.”

Callaway laughed. I knew he loved Lucky as much as I did. But Lucky had doled out practical jokes and smack talking for a long ass time. Now he was going to have to take his lumps like the rest of us.

I was going to enjoy taunting him about his period of forced celibacy for years to come.

“God, I hope they have lots of babies. Fussy ones who don’t sleep at night.”

“You’re cruel.” I laughed and wagged a finger at Cal. “Be careful what you wish for.”

“I’m sure my kid is going to be just as sweet as her mother.”

“You better hope so!” Molly was a sweet girl. Callaway, on the other hand, was a reformed degenerate. He’d partied harder than anyone. The man was a legend, now reformed. “We’re having another.”

“No shit?” He pulled me in for a hug. “Congrats, man.”

“Thanks.”

“You trying to give Jack and Janet a run for their money?”

I laughed.

“There’s no way to catch up to those two.”