Taming Crow (Hells Saints Motorcycle Club) by Marinaro Paula

Author:Marinaro, Paula [Marinaro, Paula]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Published: 2015-10-24T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Although Crow insisted that her son was in good hands and the excitement of the carnival beckoned her forward, Melissa was still nervous about leaving Jett for too long. They returned to the tent after the ride.

And after the kiss.

Melissa debated which one she had found more exciting, the rollercoaster or the lip lock that followed.

Because that kiss was something.

Now that Melissa was seated in the middle of Hells Saints soldiers and their families, she guessed at what it must feel like to be a fly caught in the midst of a spider's web, the air around her charged with a sort of dangerous, relaxed energy.

Of course, as a mom, the first thing Melissa noticed was the children all playing nicely together. Even the older ones were patient and tolerant with the younger kids. She noticed that the prospects who were in charge of watching them had still not moved one inch. Literally. It was obvious that Jett was having a great time. A big sandbox had been set up and at least a hundred Matchbox cars were being played with by a half dozen boys and girls on what looked like little railroad tracks. When Melissa bent over to give her son a quick hug, he looked at her with the biggest smile she had seen on his face since the men had come to stock the backyard pond. Jett was in heaven.

Melissa let herself relax and enjoy the happiness. In a few minutes, she was going to head out with Rosie's mom to take the kids on the merry-go-round and some of other rides. When Charity had approached Melissa with two cold beers in her hand and a friendly smile, Melissa had welcomed the overture of friendship.

Charity had entertained Melissa with funny, irreverent stories of life in the MC. Having grown up in the lifestyle, Charity had the inside view of the badass bikers and she pointed out several of them, telling Melissa hilarious stories based on the testosterone overload they all seemed to be born with. Charity called them "fellatio seeking freaks of nature." The expression had turned Melissa pink and bent her over with laughter at the bawdy tales of love gone wrong for the brothers.

A few minutes ago, Charity had excused herself to go take Rosie to the bathroom and now Melissa sat alone. Crow caught her eye and grinned at her from across the tent where he was off in the corner talking to the man who had the patch that said president on the front of his leather cut. Crow had introduced them earlier and then the man had led Crow away to discuss “club bullshit.” Melissa knew that he was Alison's "old man" and Charity and Skye's father. Melissa couldn't remember for sure, but she thought his name had been Judge or Justice …something having to do with the law. Gavel maybe? Melissa let out a soft giggle. She hadn't eaten since breakfast that morning and the cold brew was relaxing her just enough.

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