Chapter 73: Weed
*You ever wonder what Coach Kowalski would be like stoned? – Camille*
It was Saturday afternoon and her men had convinced Evie to spend the weekend at the clubhouse. Her only objections had been knowing that their neighbors knew when they were fucking. She was very vocal, and several of her students were here.
Neither bothered her too much since she had just taken a shower following an extended nooner. As she walked towards the front doors, she found herself thinking that her men were going after her more then usual. Each time they led her to the playroom or one of their rooms, several brothers gave her a knowing smile.
As she thought about this, she felt herself becoming wet. It would not be long before one of them noticed and she would be whisked away. Earlier she found herself pinned between them as they both plowed into her at the end of a hallway.
All three had gone to get tested and she went back on birth control. This past Sunday was the first day of her second pill pack.
It was a good thing that she had gone back on birth control. With as much and as often as they had gone after her, even on the pill, it was amazing she was not already pregnant.
She wanted babies. Had wanted them with Daniel and Cade. That afternoon, with the positive test, had been so exciting.
And then her world fell apart.
She lost Cade. And then Daniel. Both in less than an hour. And then a few hours later, she lost their baby.
Evie knew that she was thinking about them more than usual because it was nearly Cade’s birthday. She had already scheduled a substitute for the day.
The thought of his birthday still made her sad. It still made her tear up and cry. When she did, one of her men would hold her and remind her that she’s not alone. They had her. They were there for her.
Each had asked about her husbands. They were never jealous. They never told her to let go or move on. Just reminded her that they were there.
She no longer cried herself to sleep. Or woke up way too early watching the clock. She had people to cook for again. Men to take care of.
Men that took care of her.
Tank and Ink put a weekly menu together. Mondays on her way home from school, she would pick up groceries. Wednesday they would go to the club. Friday night Tank and she would hang out at the clubhouse party until Ink got there.
Then they either went to the playroom in the basement or the club. Their own playroom was being finished at the house. The house had been repainted and some of the furniture replaced.
It looked and felt like their place now. She had left her furniture in the apartment for Law. Everything except for her dainty little desk.
“I was a captain in the United States fucking Coast Guard and now I’m a prospect for the Devil’s Saints. I can’t use some piss ant tiny as hell desk.”
She could still hear his objection. He had been quite passionate about it. Listing off all the reasons why he, a big bad ass biker and former coastie, could not use the desk. All while Evie and her men fought to keep straight faces.
While he had been asleep, her men had put some of her facial mask on him. Just on one side since he was laying on his side.
They had kept him away from the bathroom for several minutes. But as it continued to dry, half of his face began to draw together.
Unable to look at him any longer, his sister had gone to busy herself in the kitchen.
“Fine, I’ll take it with me, two face.”
The desk now sat in Ink’s room here. She couldn’t help but laugh every time that she sat down at it to grade papers. When her men bent her over it, she was not thinking about her brother.
Coming into the large common room, Evie saw her three musketeers and a few others huddled around a table. Curiosity got the best of her and she walked over to find a table full of cards and joints.
“Hey Miss Reagan.” Porthos said barely looking up from his hand.
“Boys.” She said at large.
They all wore the standard uniform of the Saints. Club cut, t-shirt, jeans and biker boots. Except Riffraff. She could only think of a few times when he had a shirt on. In fact, she had been surprised to find out that his girlfriend usually wore his shirts.
When she had said something about Riffraff owning so many shirts, Tank told her that he had recently bought them. Just to see Taz wearing them.
“Who’s winning?” She asked with a grin.
They all shot a look at Cookie, a large black man with long box braids going down his back. He smiled up at her and offered her the joint he had just lit.
Evie knew that she surprised them all when she took it from him. She fought back laughter as she took a deep draw.
Her eyes widened as she started choking. Shaking her head, she headed towards the front door.
“Great, Cookie. She’s gonna be sick and Tank is going to kick our ass!” Athos said as he stood up and followed her. The rest of the group also followed.
