McCoy (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 3)

But any other objections fell right away when I pressed her flat against it as my head ducked, as I started to devour her until she was writhing and moaning and begging to have me inside her.

Yanking her back up, I slammed inside her.

Hard.

Deep.

It had been too long since we'd gotten to be intimate without worrying about kids walking in or overhearing and asking uncomfortable questions. There was no room for soft and sweet and easy when we finally had the freedom to groan and beg and whisper things we didn't even want our children to know we knew how to say.

"Fuck, squeeze my cock," I demanded, slamming harder and faster, the sounds of our bodies slapping together filling the kitchen, but almost completely drowned out by Shy's cries as she got closer and closer to that edge. "Come for me," I demanded, fucking her harder still, close to losing control myself. "There you go," I groaned as her pussy spasmed around me, milking my orgasm from me as she cried out her release.

"What was that?" Shy gasped not two minutes later, before the sweat even got a chance to dry, before either of us could fully catch our breath. "Was that a car door?" she asked, shoving me backward, eyes huge as she hopped her bare ass off the counter. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God," she whimpered to herself as, sure enough, there was the sound of another car door slamming. "They're coming!" she gasped, shoving her legs into her pants, and nearly falling over if I hadn't reached to grab her. "Are they early, or were we occupied for longer than I realized?" she asked, grabbing the rag and bottle of cleaner and spraying the counter liberally as I pulled my shirt back on.

Then the door was opening, slamming off the wall, making me glad I'd installed the wall guard only the weekend before or I'd be spackling over another hole from the knob.

"Oh, hey guys!" Shy said, voice overly cheerful, painfully overcompensating for almost getting caught getting railed on the kitchen counter like we were a couple of horny teenagers. "Did you have so much fun with... what happened?" she asked when Mae gave her a pout.

"Boys," Mae grumbled, folding her arms across her chest, and walking away in a huff.

"Yeah!" Kali agreed, imitating her big sister.

"They're being dramatic," Belle said, shaking her head as she put Isaiah down in the kitchen.

"That is very on-brand for them," Shy agreed.

"There is a new boy in their class. And he is the first one who has ever been able to best Mae. She's not happy about it. I tried to remind her that when I was starting to learn self-defense, that the boys beat me all the time until I got better."

"What'd she say to that?" I asked.

"Well, she told me that they beat me because I was old," Belle said, pressing a hand to her heart. "That stung a bit, I'm not going to lie."

Belle had chosen not to have children of her own. I'm sure part of that came from never really getting into any serious relationships with men thanks to her life spent helping fellow women. She talked, occasionally, about adopting some older teenage girls one day when her life calmed down.

We all secretly wanted that for her. She'd done so much good work over the years, setting up her own gym where she taught budget-friendly classes for at-risk kids and teens, doing free self-defense classes for female survivors of rape of domestic abuse. She had so much to give to the world, and we hoped she would one day slow down enough to enjoy a little bit more of a family type of life. If that was what she wanted.

"How was the little one?" Shy asked, bracing herself for the worst. He was a little young for the classes still, but pitched such a fit about wanting to go, that Belle brought him along. Even though he'd once gotten into the powder she kept around for the pull-up bar and spilled it over in front of one of the giant fans, filling the entire room—and covering all the sweaty gym goers—with the white powder.

"I, ah, I think it might be best if you just... don't ask that question," Belle said, grimacing. "Trust me, you don't want the answer. But no one was hurt. Just my floor. It's fine. Everything is fine," she added in a tight voice that said she was about to go pound on some poor sonofabitch at the gym to release some of the frustration.

"Sorry," Shy said, grimacing. "We will pay for it."

We'd learned to say that phrase a lot since becoming parents.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it. I have to get going," she said, turning to make her way toward the door before turning back, a wicked smile toying at her lips. "Hey, sis?" she called.