You get fireworks. Celt gets green beer. But Werewolf and I, we get candy. – Ink“Holy! Fucking! Hell!” Ink gripped the sheets as his hips bucked forcefully. His cock hit the back of Evie’s throat as the odd sensation continued to assault him. Tank sat up in surprise, finding a look of absolute pleasure on his friend’s face. Watching Evie bob her head up and down, he found himself growing hard instantly. “Fuck, pet. I’m going to fucking blow. Don’t swallow.” He gritted it out a syllable at a time. She positioned herself and he came hard and fast. Evie accepted everything that Ink gave before positioning herself between them. He barely opened one eye to look at her as she opened her mouth. Some of the remaining Pop Rocks exploded on her tongue, the come erupting also.“Good girl.” He muttered with a grin. “The hell did you do to me?”She swallowed and then showed him her empty mouth. “Pop Rocks.” She smiled as she laid down on his shoulder and tugged Tank’s arm around her.“Fuck. I’

Like I’m missing a bunch of bad ass bikers going stupid over babies. – CeraIt was Saturday afternoon and Evie had just followed her men to the clubhouse. Currently, the plan was to leave the bikes here and pick up another charger wagon. Not even six months along and she could barely reach the steering wheel.Athos would soon be her chauffeur again. This time with a supercharged wagon instead of the Corvette. She was short and felt like she was carrying two baby elephants. Her feet disappeared sometime in the past week. People assured her that they were still there, but Evie had doubts.The driver side door opened and Tank reached in to scoot the seat back. Silently, he undid her seatbelt and then scooped her into his arms. She clung to his cut and buried her face in his chest as the tears continued to fall. As Tank walked by, Ink reached in to cut the engine and grab her bag. Pushing the door closed, he left the key fob in it as he headed inside. He started to approach the group of

Never fuck with intelligence officers. – LawEvie shrugged her shoulders. “Biologically, possibly. Or, since they are fraternal, possibly to one.”“And you want to marry a slut like her?” before he even finished speaking Evie had crossed the remaining distance between them and slapped the hell out of his cheek. “I despise double standards.” Evie hissed. “I don’t share my wife.” The man bellowed. “Maybe not the same way as we do.” Evie smirked. “But assuredly, you do share her.” Her focus shifted to the woman in the high back chair. “Tuesdays at the Four Seasons, right?”The woman paled.“Personally, I am a bit possessive, so I don’t think that I could let either of my men step out. Especially with someone who I have to see every day. But, if you have no problems with him fucking the maids, you do you."Evie smiled sweetly up at her future father-in-law. “Choose your battles if you don’t want your business put out for everyone to know. I am not an adversary you want to go against.”

I want her fired! – Mrs. Davis“You have no right to take my daughter without my permission.” Mrs. Davis said angrily entering Evie’s classroom. This was not a surprise, Evie had expected this invasion all day. Looking up she saw the angry woman in full momma bear mode. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun and fire flashed in her brown eyes. The blue dress and coordinating gray jacket was conservative. As usual. She wore no jewelry other than her wedding band. The woman might know style and fashion, but she did not know how to pull it off.Evie often thought that if she softened her look, she would be much more approachable. As it was, most of the students referred to her as drill sergeant Davis. Caroline had a much more descriptive name for her.Evie sighed knowing that pointing out that the teen left on her own accord would not help the situation. Neither would the fact that she was with other students. Instead, Evie pulled on her experience as a Tomlinson Enterprises

Twas the night before Christmas Eve and all through the clubhouse, we mourned two more brothers. – ToadKirsten walked into the clubhouse bar and went straight to her husband. He quickly made the club bunny get up and his wife settled into his lap. Moving her signature lime green box braids off her shoulder, she eyed the other woman. Where Kristen was tall, skinny and dark, the bunny was short, plump and pale. The other woman had light brown hair that lay in waves down her back and pale green eyes that appraised Kristen also.The two women were similarly dressed with short skirt and tight shirt. The bunny wore heels and Kristen wore knee high boots. “She’s pretty.” Kirsten said and Reed agreed with her. “She didn’t go very far, did she?”Reed turned and looked at the bunny who smiled at him. "Nope." He smiled and winked at her.“If I could get your mother to be more like that, I’d be a damned happy man.” Roscoe said. “You like your hall passes.” Reed said. “I do.” Roscoe admitted