Page 18 of Spook’s Honor

Carnage flashed me a grin, and I’m taken aback. It wasn’t often our serious brother smiled.

“No problem, VP. I’ll get the information to you by the end of today.”

“Nope.” I shook my head. “Bring it to church. I’ve got plans tonight.”

The brothers laughed.

“Must have been a long week, brother.” BB smirked, clapping my shoulder. “How’s those balls? A little blue?”

“Fuck off, BB,” I growled, swinging off my bike.

I knew he was messing with me, but I wouldn’t be me if I took it, and didn’t hit back.

He snorts out a laugh, and I can’t help but grin, as the rest of the brothers join in. It wasn’t lost on any of us that I’d been a horny fucker all fucking week. No amount of jacking off had helped with that.

“Come on, you dirty fuckers,” Axle growled. “Let’s eat before one of you says something that has either me or the VP kicking your ass.”

“All right, all right.” BB held his hands up, shaking his head. “Just jerking your chain, VP. We’re happy for you.”

“I know, BB.” I clasped his shoulder and turned him towards the diner, pushing him in front of me. “But Axle’s right. I’ll kick your ass if you say anything about Honor.”

He sent me a horrified look. “I would never disrespect Honor. You? Yes. All day, every day. That sweet angel? Never.”

BB walked into the diner, grumbling under his breath.

Fucking brothers. But I’ve got a smile curling my lips.

I know the brothers like Honor. They have from the first day, when she’d been friendly to them all. Over the last week, I’d watched as each one approached her; they were taking her measure. Not just for me, but also because of the boys.

Looks like she passed with flying colours.

Not that I had any doubt she would. My woman was sweet as pie. But that first day, we’d also seen that she wasn’t a pushover.

I liked that.

I was a possessive fucker, and I’d run roughshod over a weaker woman. I had a feeling Honor would let me, up to a point. Then she’d push back.

I was looking forward to tonight, but right now I was going to enjoy time with the brothers.

Lala greeted each of us as we walked in the door, and like the saps we were, we all bent, so she could kiss and pat our cheeks. Every one of us glaring at the customers side-eyeing us, until they looked away.

Lala was ours. Under our protection.

And it was good to remind people of that now and again.

When I greeted Lala, I asked if she’d make me up some to-go containers of food that I could easily heat. I wanted all my attention to be on Honor, and not on cooking.

It was a good day.

We enjoyed lunch, and then the hour ride back to the clubhouse.

“Fuck, that was good,” Maverick said, taking off his helmet and leaning it on the gas tank. “Didn’t realise how badly I needed to get out and ride.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Reckon we can get another one in before we have to park the bikes?”

Maverick scratched his chin. “Maybe, I’ll have BB check the weather and set something up. What about a Sunday. That way you men with Ol’ Ladies can take them with you.”

Now we’re talking.