“We need to have a talk,” Sinner mutters as I roll over the next morning, sunshine warming the bedroom along with the body heat radiating from Saint and Sinner. It’s the last thing I’m expecting from him this early and has my heartrate spiking.

A yawn escapes as I agree. “Okay. Just us or...” I point over my shoulder in Saint’s general direction. I know he’s back there somewhere; I feel his presence next to me.

“I’ve already discussed it with him, but you can wake him if you want to.”

“Ermmm,” Saint grumbles. “I’m here, just sleeping.”

A quiet giggle escapes as I smile at Sinner. He returns it with a sleepy grin.

“Have you been up a while?”

He shakes his head. “Not too long, just enough to do some thinking.”

My stomach starts to sink. I have a feeling this is the talk I don’t want to have. I thought I was becoming closer to them, but in doing so, perhaps they’ve finally grown tired of having me here.

“You know I care about you, right?” he continues, and I swallow.

This isn’t sounding so promising. “I like to think you do.”

“And Saint, too.”

“Mmhmm,” is groaned in agreement. Saint’s not a morning person even when it comes to talks between us about feelings apparently.

My smile dims even though I fight against it. I don’t want him to know our talk is going to upset me. It will though. Going home away from them will break my heart. I’ll put on a strong face for them though because I can’t let them see me crumble.

“You love Saint?”

“I do,” I admit and I’m proud that my voice doesn’t crack with the admission.

“Good.” He takes a deep breath, his charcoal irises meeting mine, full of so much, but I don’t know what exactly. “You love me too?”

My throat grows dry as my heart beats faster and faster, just from thinking of how much I love this man beside me. “Yes.”

He nods, his gaze skirting over every inch of my face, eventually coming back to my anxious stare.

“I love you, too, Jude,” he confesses softly and leans in to kiss me tenderly.

Tears crest and break free, emotions bubbling up even stronger than a moment ago. I could’ve handled them telling me to leave without wearing my heart on my sleeve, but to hear him acknowledge his feelings outright...I just can’t. They mean so much, fulfilling something I’ve so desperately craved to hear him say.

Pulling free from the kiss, he says, “Saint?”

A strong grip lands on my shoulder, pulling me to face the man behind me. Meeting his ashy gaze, he’s not as out of it as I’d believed as he peers down at me, clarity in his irises.

The pad of his thumb trails gently over my bottom lip, his voice a bit gruff. “I love you, too, baby.”

More tears...but they’re happy. My eyes shine with warmth as I look at him, and he pulls me in for a soft kiss as well. It’s perfect, the way they both break their feelings to me at once. It’s like having Boston Cream Pie Yogurt whenever I want it, only so much better.

Eventually, he pulls away, and they both show me with their bodies just how much they really do love me.

“So, this is your home now?” Princess asks and takes a sip from her margarita.

“Yep, they admitted they don’t want me to go home—ever.”

“Wow.” She giggles. “I know what happens next, but the question is when?”

“What do you mean?”

“You have to be claimed by them. It happens to all the ol’ ladies around here when a brother gets serious about his woman. “

“I remember Mercenary bringing this up.”

She nods. “Yeah. Trust me; it’s a good thing. Something you’ll remember for the rest of your life.”

A bright smile overtakes my face. “Oh, then I’m excited about it.”

“Speaking of, here comes the grouchy man.”

“Mercenary?”

“Yep, coming up hot, behind you.”

“Oh God,” I breathe and take a healthy gulp of my own margarita.

“Club full of half-naked women and yet you two stick out like diamonds in the rough.”

Princess shrugs. She’s model worthy, so she definitely stands out amongst any woman here.

“It’s the boxer shorts and plain white T-shirts,” I comment and copy Princess with a shrug.

“You may be on to something,” he agrees, setting his fresh beer on the table and takes a seat between us. He’s not invited, but apparently, he doesn’t require an invitation.

My back grows stiff with his presence, but I keep quiet, sipping my drink, making it a bit awkward for him.

A few beats of quiet passes before he tries again. “What’s up with that anyhow?”

“With what?” Princess cocks her head, peering over him like he’s an annoying younger brother.

His stormy irises find mine. “You dressing like that.”

“Oh, when I came to the club with the guys I didn’t stop to grab any of my clothes. I haven’t been home since, so I’ve been borrowing what I can.”

He nods, his gaze still full of curiosity and need as he eats me up with his stare. “You’re not married?”

I shake my head and catch Princess rolling her eyes.

“Look, it’s not my place to say anything since you’re a brother and I respect my ol’ man’s club a lot, but that won’t keep me muzzled about this. You have too much interest in someone’s woman. It won’t go over well with the other brothers.”

He flicks a glare in her direction. “I don’t need your warnings. You’re the Prez’s ol’ lady, I get that, but who I fuck and decide to check out, isn’t any of your business.”

Her hands shoot up, palms out as a smirk overcomes her. “Oh I know, I was only offering up a friendly warning. Heed it or not, it’s your funeral.” She ends with a wink, and a giggle bubbles up from me.

At the sound, he shoots me an amused grin. “Why do I get the notion you two are trouble in the making?”

“I’m not trouble!” I protest with a smile.

P shrugs. “I’ve always walked to my own beat.”

“You come off as bitchy, but I think I like you, Princess.”

“Good,” she replies. “Make sure you don’t like me too much though, ‘cause my man really will scalp you.”

He chuckles, tipping his beer to her and takes a gulp.

I don’t know if the guys would actually do anything to him in my honor, but I sure don’t want to test the theory.

Our conversation’s broken up with a shout from Viking. “Church! Get the fuck to the chapel!”

At that, Mercenary leaves us without a word, and I’m finally able to relax with my friend.

“Church, brother.”

“Yeah, I heard.”

“When do you want to make it official with Baby in front of the club?”

He rakes his hand through his hair, wincing before glancing back at me. “She’s going to freak, having to claim her in front of the club. I was thinking maybe the barbeque this coming weekend, but there will be too many people.”

He’s torn, no doubt. Even I’m not completely sure of how to do this, the right way anyhow if there is one. The other brothers were so unplanned, more of a spur-of-the-moment thing. Should we be arranging a specific time? It seems to be going against the dynamics of the moment; it’s more intense when it happens naturally.

“What about later that night when it’s members only, along with the ol’ ladies and club sluts?”

He sighs, his fingers scratching through the scruffy growth of his five o’clock shadow. “Think about her, Saint. She witnessed you kill a man in front of her, and she accepted you for your true self. She put up with me being moody to her for months...not to mention losing her mother. She can never know about that, either. I want the most important thing to be for her, not us or anyone else.”

“I get it.”

“I want to do this for her more than the club,” he repeats. “We don’t technically have to do it in front of that many people, only the members, right?”

I nod. That’s the deal we all agreed on after Nightmare claimed Bethany in front of us in the bar. It only seemed fair after two brothers took their women in front of the members to make it official that the rest of us follow suit. It was voted on and made into club law.

A smirk appears on his lips, his enrapturing eyes sparkling with an idea.

“What?” I grunt as we head in the direction of the chapel.

“What if we took her to church with us?”

“Fuck. It’s a good idea, but bitches aren’t allowed.”

“So, we ask for an exception. Give the brothers a heads-up on what we have planned and see if they agree. They’ve had a chance to witness her naiveté for themselves.”

Shrugging, we both flash her a smile as we cross through the bar, and I reply quietly, “Then let’s make it happen.”

“Bet.” He bumps my fist with his, and it’s on like Donkey Kong.

We take our seats around the table in each of our respectful spots.

“Oath Keepers, church is in session,” Viking declares with a slam of the gavel. “First bit of business is Mercenary.” His gaze hits the brother at the end of the table. “Welcome home.”

“Appreciate it,” the new brother acknowledges, and the Prez continues.

“We’ll be havin’ a barbecue this weekend to welcome you properly. Brothers, make sure you’re around to join us.”

We all nod, agreeing to his unspoken order. We need to be here to show support and welcome him into our brotherhood.

“Next, Ruger, will you share where you’ve been with the brothers?”

“Of course.” He lights a smoke and passes his pack to Smokey. “Vike had me up checking out a possible spot for the Fists.”

Half of the table either sighs or hisses in hearing the name of our rival club. I think every one of us wants to skin the fuckers live for how they’ve hit us in the past. We have too much unresolved business with them to move forward.

He continues, his normal easy-going personality nonexistent on this subject. “Spider had a general idea of the area for me to keep an eye on and other than that, I had a whole lot of nothing to go off of. But, I was able to hook up with a stripper eventually.”

Blaze snorts and Ruger shoots him a glare.

“She ended up being more helpful then you’d expect,” he huffs. “I found them, at least some of them.”

“What’d you do?” Nightmare interrupts, leaning forward, his stare a bit wild as his fists clench.

“Nothing, Night. I watched, just like Viking asked me to. But by lying low, they have no idea that I know where they are, that we’ve found them.”

“Vike?” Nightmare’s heavy gaze falls on him. “What’s the plan of action, brother?”

The Prez releases a breath. “Nothing, Night. I know it’s not what you want to hear, but there’s a reason. Like Ruger pointed out, he didn’t find them all. I’m going to get with Ares about this, so he knows what we do as well. We’re going to keep searching. Rest assured brother, when we peg the lot of them down, they will burn.”

Nightmare’s hands unclench and then retighten into fists, his glower toward the table so harsh you’d think it’d blow the damn thing up. “I understand, but I have a debt to settle still.” He growls.

“We know brother,” Viking nods. “It will be collected; you have my word.”

Ruger finishes. “I’ll go wherever you need me to.”

“Appreciate it.” He drinks from his bourbon, “Does anyone have anything to add?”

Saint’s finger shoots up. I’m a bit surprised; I figured he’d want me to ask about Jude.

“Saint?”

“As an officer of this club, I’d like to put in a nomination.”

Wow, really not what I was expecting. Everyone’s brows furrow as well, clearly thinking the same thing as me.

“A nomination? What do you have in mind, brother?”

Saint gets to his feet, glancing around the table before finally landing on Odin. “I think it’s time we vote on our VP. Odin’s paid his dues. We know his loyalty lies with the club and having you so close, he’ll learn from the best.”

Viking glances around the table next, noticing no protesting from the other brothers. “Well, to say I wasn’t expecting this would be an understatement. However, I have to agree with you, brother. Odin has shown his loyalty, and I have it in good faith that he’s racked up enough favors from each of you by now.”

The brothers chuckle, and some nod—the statement very true.

“It’s settled, then. Everyone think long and hard on it. It’s a serious patch for him to fill and the next session, we’ll hold a vote.”

Odin shoots a surprised grin at Saint, and I can’t help but be proud of my brother for being the one to speak up about it. We all know the kid deserves it. He’s had one hell of a life and would do us all proud if shit hit the fan.

“All right, any other business?”

It’s my turn to raise my fingers for attention.

“Sinner?”

“I, uh, have a personal request.”

“Shoot.” He tips his drink back, and I glance to Saint. He nods, ready.

“All right then, me an’ Saint want to claim Jude as ours.”

Mercenary grunts, and I shoot him a glower.

“I’m not asking for permission to make the bitch mine; she already belongs to me,” I stress, glaring at him the entire time I grit the words out. Flicking my stare back to Prez, I explain, “I’m bringing this up because of the public claiming.

He nods.

“You’ve gotten to see how our girl is in the time she’s been here. I’m bringing this up because Saint and I are ready to stake a claim, here and now. It’ll be members only, so she doesn’t have a panic attack or some shit.”

“Ah, I get what you mean, Sin.” He meets Odin’s gaze and waves him on.

Odin sits up. “All in favor of Sinner bringing his woman into the chapel?”

We’re met with a chorus of “ayes.” Even Mercenary gives his approval all be it sounding a little bitter.

“We’ll wait on you, brother,” Viking grumbles, pouring him another two fingers of bourbon before passing the bottle off to Blaze.

“Saint?” I call and stand.

“I’m coming. Give us five.”

With a few strides, we’re out of the chapel and in the bar, facing a pleasantly buzzed Jude sitting with Princess.

“Hey, P.” I shoot her a grin, “We need to borrow our woman.”

“Sure, is church out?”

“Nah, not yet,” Saint answers and Princess’ eyes grow wide.

“Oh! Okay, yaay!” She beams a bright smile causing us to chuckle. Jude has no idea what’s going on, so she just grins, happy to see us.

“Lemme see your bandanna, Saint.” I hold my palm up, and he hands it over. “Jude, I’m going to cover your eyes, ‘cause we can’t show you what we’re doing just yet.”

Her brow furrows for a moment, but then she nods, the liquor making her relaxed. I tie the material over her eyes, securing the knot at the back of her head.

“Saint’s going to carry you, okay?”

“I can’t walk? I’m fine to walk, not much tequila. I promise.” We both chuckle.

“Let me just pick you up, baby.”

“All right, but no complaining about my booty being heavy.”

He snorts and scoops her up. “Hush up, woman,” he grumbles, amused. I hurry ahead of them and open the door leading to church. I chance a quick glance at the bar and find Princess jumping up and down, smiling. She’s thrilled that Jude’s about to officially become an ol’ lady and be a part of the club.

“Where are we going?” she asks, and a few brothers chuckle seeing her blindfolded. “Oh, sounds like the boys are here. Hi, guys!”

“She’s been drinking with my sister again?” Odin asks, and I nod. It’s when Jude is more likely to be more open to talking to the brothers. When she’s sober, she sticks to Saint and me like glue. Which is good, I like it that she’s that way.

A few brothers move their chairs back, away from the table and Saint lays her down, so she’s on display for every brother. The best part is she has no idea about it.

“Geez, that’s cold! Am-am I on a table or something?” she asks aloud, and I swear every brother in the place is grinning. She’s so fucking adorable.

“Yeah, Jude, we laid you on a table. You have to stay there.”

“Don’t move at all and keep that blindfold on,” Saint orders, and she remains quiet. He raises his voice. “What do you say?”

“Yes, daddy,” she answers, her face growing more serious. Most of the brothers’ grins grow to full smiles hearing her reply. I’m sure they find this very entertaining. Hell, we did when it was happening to Princess and Bethany. We watched and smiled the entire time, so I expect nothing less from them.

“Hold her hands.” I gesture to Saint, and he grips each wrist, having her body spread out across the table so she can’t move away. “I’m going to touch you now, Jude. I’m going to fuck you.”

“Okay, are we...are we alone?” Her words are nearly a whisper, not that it helps keep anyone from overhearing her.

I want to tell her the truth, but I can’t yet, or she won’t relax the way we need her too. She has to lose it in front of them all, so they can understand there’s no doubt that she belongs to Saint and me. Mercenary especially needs to see he doesn’t stand a chance.

“I want you to trust me, sweetheart. You trust Saint and me?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Good. You love Saint and me?”

“Of course.”

“Good girl,” Saint mutters, and I stop hesitating. Gripping the neck of the plain white T-shirt, I rip the material down the middle, exposing her breasts.

Odin draws in a quick breath, and Mercenary licks his lips, his stare heated looking at my property. The other brothers take it in stride, not reacting quite yet.

I place my hand on her chest, running my palm over the fair skin and over the mounds of her breasts, stopping to tweak each nipple until they’re stiff enough for every brother to notice. She lets out a quiet hum of approval, her hips beginning to twist already building with need.

“So gorgeous baby,” Saint comments.

“You ready for us, Jude?”

“Always,” she confesses, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip with anticipation.

“I hope so, sweetheart, ‘cause once I start, I won’t be stopping,” I promise, trailing my hand over her smooth stomach and grab onto her boxer shorts.

Tugging them down her curvy hips, I free her from the material, showing she’s bare underneath. “Open those thighs and let me see that pretty pussy.” Lightly pressing against the inside of her thighs, they drop to each side, and the brothers’ eyes suddenly grow wider.

Sure, they have to fuck in front of the club to claim their women, but none of them has been put on display for everyone to look their fill. I can’t hold back from running my finger down her tender folds.

“Oh, please!” She groans, and my lips curl up.

“Hungry pussy babe. You want my cock?”

“Yes,” she hisses, and I chuckle.

“Patience, Jude,” I reply and glance around the room. “Copy me,” I say to my brothers, though Jude has no idea.

I run my finger through her wet lips again then bring the digit to my mouth to suck her taste from my finger. Stepping back, I wave my hand toward her spread legs. I think the brothers are shocked at my offering, but with me doing this, it’ll be the only chance they ever get to touch what’s mine.

Saint leans over, dipping his finger into her core, rubbing around her entrance a few times before bringing his pointer finger to his mouth, groaning as he sucks the flavor off. Odin’s next, his pants unbelievably tight the entire time. Mercenary follows, staring into my eyes the entire time, full of challenge. One by one the brothers touch her once, skipping over Viking and Nightmare. They’re both completely committed to their women, and I have a great deal of respect for that.

I figured letting this happen, standing back and watching my brothers touch her so intimately would bother me, but it’s the opposite. It turns me on like no other because, through the entire thing, Jude believes it’s me teasing her. She has no idea it was all of them, and it’s something she’ll never know because what happens in this room, stays here. It’s MC Law so her experience will be safe from even her own knowledge.

After they finish, I go back, priming her for me. I make sure she’s so turned on, she’s dripping onto the table underneath her ass. “Saint?”

He nods and flicks his button loose on his jeans, “I’mma fuck your perfect mouth, baby, just like I taught you before.”

She clears her throat, beginning to pant from my assault on getting her ready for me. “Okay, daddy.” She licks her lips, and Saint lets loose an eager growl.

I unclasp my own button, dropping trow, so my cock bobs free. Saint stares at my cock as he frees his, running his fingers up and down over his piercings a few times. His dick’s hard and eager to get started as he lines up the tip to her lips.

“Open up and let daddy in, baby.”

Her lips part and I drive into her core at the same time. She’s tight and perfect, pulling at my cock with need. My gaze flicks between my cock thrusting inside her heat and watching Saint’s sink into her mouth. I love fucking them both; there’s nothing like it. We’ve been with many women over the years, but somehow, Jude just seems to fit us both the best.

She moans around his cock as I use one hand to grip her thigh in place, the other playing with her clit. “Christ, sweetheart, you feel so good.”

“Fuck yeah she does,” Saint agrees. His hand’s tightly wound in her hair to move her where he wants while his fingers on his other pinch her nipple, rewarding her for sucking him off like a damn vacuum. “You almost ready?”

I nod, pumping into her, driving her near her climax. “Do it!” I growl, and he rips the blindfold off. Not giving her a chance to react at finally being able to see the brothers sitting around the table watching us like live entertainment, I declare as my chest grows tight with emotions. “My bitch. She belongs to me.”

Saint pumps into her mouth, grating out, “My fuckin’ property. I’ll kill any motherfucker that touches her, or him.” He points at me, and I swallow roughly. I wasn’t expecting him to make our love for each other so clear as well.

“My property,” I repeat thrusting into her to the hilt and feeling the declaration all the way down to my toes. Jude is everything to us; she always will be. She cries out with her release, and I follow immediately.

Saint pulls free from her mouth, her eyes going wild as Jude realizes it’s all the brothers in here, surrounding us and not just a few. He doesn’t skip a beat, filling my place at her core and with a few powerful drives is hoarsely calling out with his own release.

By the time I come out of my haze, every brother in the damn room has a cigarette lit—even those that don’t usually smoke.

“What just happened?” Jude peers over at Saint and me. She’s innocent, not stupid; she knows there was a big significance in what just went down. What exactly, however, she doesn’t know.

“You are officially club property, young lady,” Viking replies as Saint and me attempt to catch our breath and get our wits back. “It means these two are your ol’ men and no one here can touch you but them. Or any other man, for that matter. It also means if you ever find yourself in trouble, the club has your back. Welcome to the family, Jude.”

A few tears find their way down her cheeks as she sends him a small smile, her irises full of gratitude. “Thank you,” she acknowledges softly.

“Don’t thank me; it was them.” Viking nods to us, and we both shoot her goofy grins, so in love with her and happy that we just made it official in the eyes of the club.

“Can I have a shirt, please?” she eventually mutters, and the brothers chuckle. Her face flames red, but she’s good.

Yanking mine free, I hand it over. “I’m proud of you, sweetheart.”

My compliment has her blushing even fiercer.

“Thank you. I love you, Sin.” She tugs the shirt on, covering what’s ours.

Pressing a kiss to her temple, I draw her to my chest. “I love you.”

Her gaze finds Saint behind me. “I love you, Saint.”

“Love you, baby,” he smirks, popping a kiss on her forehead.

Viking interrupts by slamming the gavel down, making Jude jump and everyone laughs again. “Get the fuck out. Church is over,” he grumbles, and we clear the room.

As we follow Jude over the threshold, she’s met with a wide, knowing smile from Princess. She doesn’t say anything so as not to embarrass my woman, but she does hold her hand out, collecting a high-five from the three of us.

In a flash, Jude’s in the bedroom, yanking on boxers, her others forgotten in the chapel.

Glowing. Is it possible for your skin to actually glow? That’s how I feel at the moment. Surprising since I essentially just had sex in front of a room full of men.

“How you doin’ baby?” Saint checks me over, lightly giving my wrist a squeeze.

“I’m fantastic.”

At my reply, Sinner chuckles. “Yeah? What are you up to now?”

Flashing them both a pleased smile, I pull on a pair of socks next. “You two just made me yours.”

“Yep,” Saint rasps and they both nod.

“I’m freaking celebrating!”

Both of their amused grins warp to full-on smiles.

“All right, sweetheart, but after that, we’re getting your ass some real clothes.”

“Clothes?”

“Yeah, your ass isn’t ever going back to that shithole trailer. You’re ours to keep.”

Saint fist bumps him. “Hell yeah. Forever, baby. Welcome home.”

Home...finally.