Blood & Bones - Rev (Blood Fury MC 8)

That was his story and he was sticking to it. The wedding was a good excuse to free up his room and start sleeping in Reilly’s bed every night. Since the wedding weekend was only two weeks away, that should give him the “time” Reese demanded he wait until he moved in with her.

He thought two weeks was perfectly reasonable. She probably wouldn’t. But, surprisingly, her pregnancy had softened her up enough that they hardly recognized her.

Besides some of the empty rooms in the bunkhouse, The Grove Inn reservation book had been closed to outside visitors for a few days before the wedding and a few days after. The two emergency trailers Trip bought for Shelter from the Storm had already been temporarily set up and available for anyone coming with their kids.

The two visiting clubs, the Dirty Angels and the Dark Knights had been invited to stay as long as they wanted. Trip was also planning a sit-down between all three presidents, vice presidents and sergeant at arms. The Fury prez hoped that inviting those clubs to celebrate him getting hitched would help strengthen the alliance between them.

“Gonna be like Woodstock,” Rev murmured, trying to imagine how crazy that weekend would be.

“Without the fuckin’ hippies,” Rook said. “And hopefully without all the mud.”

Cage lifted two fingers in a peace sign. “Peace, love and happiness, maaaan.”

“Sex, drugs and rock-n-roll,” his brother corrected him.

Cage nodded with a grin. “That, too.”

“Trip’s finally bitin’ the bullet,” Rev said on a sigh with a shake of his head.

“Think it’s the other way around,” Cage said. “It’s Stella who needed the convincin’.”

“Yeah,” Rook answered, “he’s been ridin’ her ass about that, hopin’ once it’s official she’ll agree to givin’ him the babies he wants.”

“Never thought I’d want one,” Cage admitted, “but now I can’t imagine not havin’ Dyna.”

“Yeah, well, you all have at it. I’ll stick with bein’ an uncle,” Rook said, but his expression didn’t match his tone as he stared down at his niece in his arms.

Holding Dyna was one time the man turned into a big softy.

“Should we take bets on who falls next?” Cage asked.

“Gettin’ hitched or gettin’ knocked up?” Rev asked.

“Fuck if I’m bettin’ ‘cause who the fuck woulda guessed Reese to be the first ol’ lady knocked up?” Rook said.

“Speakin’ of Reese,” Cage started. “You can thank her for not gettin’ a repeat performance of my blanket party.”

“What d’you mean?”

“Not sure if I’m supposed to tell you, but can’t hurt at this point.” Cage shrugged. “Deacon had texted everyone in the committee to let them know Reese had already unclipped Reilly’s leash. When you burst into the meetin’ that night, we all already knew you were comin’ and the reason why.”

What the fuck? “You all knew before I even went in there?”

They hadn’t acted like they knew. Even Deacon pretended like it was a complete surprise. Rev just figured it was so no one found out he already knew.

Cage grinned and nodded. “Yeah. How tight was your asshole puckered when you stood there in front of us?”

“So tight I couldn’t shit for a week.”

Cage and Rook both howled loudly, making Dyna chuckle in Rook’s arms and Cujo start a hellish round of barking in the distance.

Cage whacked Rev on the back. “Makin’ you suffer was part of the punishment. Good thing he gave us the heads up, ‘cause I wouldn’t wish that fuckin’ blanket party on anyone.”

“Yeah, but at least you had Jemma to nurse you back to health.”

“Thank fuck for her,” Cage muttered. “Now look at us, we all got a ball and chain around our fuckin’ ankles. Dutch and Whip are the only single fuckers left at the garage.”

“Dutch ain’t ever gettin’ nailed down again. He’s havin’ too much fun in his old age,” Rook said, then glanced down at Dyna and asked, “Ain’t your pop-pop the ultimate stud?”

Dyna jerked in his arms and broke into giggles.

Cage’s daughter was a happy baby. She didn’t know it yet, but she also had a whole club behind her. It went without saying that everyone in the Fury would bend over backwards to get her whatever she needed or to protect her. She didn’t just belong to Cage and Jemma, she belonged to the Fury as a whole.

His babies, if and when he and Reilly decided to have any, would get the same treatment. Their kids would grow up a lot fucking differently than either of them had. Also, in a much better world. Most importantly, they’d be surrounded by people who loved and respected them.

Hopefully none of the Fury kids would ever feel lost, lonely or unloved.