Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)(39)

Trey moves closer to her and grabs her hand. “Nice to meet you, sweetheart.” He grins, and it’s the first time I’ve seen him do so.

Vinny grabs her other hand in his. “Very nice to meet you, love.”

Be still my heart.

She smiles and flutters her eyelashes, and I have to admit she is good.

She steps back. “Food’s ready, everyone.” She turns around, flips her hair, and walks away, her ass moving with every move.

Vinny and Trey take off right behind her.

Flicking my hand, I make a whipping sound with my mouth, and Jordan laughs. Well, it’s true! I laugh along with him, and we follow Trey and Vinny.

In the kitchen, Lanie is already sitting down, and much to my utter shock, Trey and Vinny are on either side of her. I’m not shocked one bit when Jordan pulls out a chair for me, and I take my seat. He sits beside me, right next to his dad, who’s at the head of the table.

“How’s the club?” Jordan’s dad asks as he lifts a bowl off the table and puts some food on his plate. Then he passes it to his wife. He picks up another and does the same again, filling his plate and then passing it over.

“Everything is good, Dad,” Jordan answers him.

Vinny nods in agreement. I know that it’s not going well, but I also know not to voice that.

I don’t know what to say. I’ve never done this before, so I stay silent, my hand under the table, settled on Jordan’s inner leg.

The rest of the dinner flies by, mostly because everyone is busy eating. I have to admit that this is the best food I’ve ever eaten. His sister isn’t just a good cook. She’s more than that; she’s the shit.

“Fuck me, woman. Marry me,” Vinny says between bites.

Trey nods, not taking a break between bites. Hell, if I were a man I would wife her up immediately if I would get to eat this kind of food every day.

“Sure, but get done eating first,” Lani says with a straight face.

Vinny and Trey look at each other, grinning, then look back to her.

“You got it, sweetheart,” Trey says and gives her the eye, throwing off that sexy bad-boy vibe.

She puts more food on their plates, and they go back to eating. She catches me staring and winks.

After everyone is done eating, I help his mother clean up and wash the dishes.

Elbow-deep in dish water, she bluntly asks, “You love my son?”

I study her, trying to gauge her. Smiling softly, I nod. As I think about Jordan, my heart aches in the best possible way. “Yes. More than anything.”

His mother grins, her eyes lighting up, which makes her look years younger. “Good, because he’s like his father so much. The moment his father met me, it was a done deal.” She throws me a saucy grin. Uh oh. “I fought him, of course, because why the hell not? But that man never gave up. He asked me out for three months every single day with a grin.”

I laugh because we know where Jordan gets his stubbornness from, but his mom has a sassy side to her, and Lanie got all of that.

His mother cocks her hip and tilts her head to the side, giving me a look. “When you going to give me some grandbabies?”

My mouth pops open, because what do I say to this? Then I hear someone walk into the kitchen. Jordan comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me.

“As soon as I can, Ma.” He kisses my cheek.

I blush because his mother is watching us.

She closes her eyes to slits like she is studying us. “You doing anything to prevent it?”

Oh my God! Why didn’t I think of that? I am probably pregnant now! We’ve had sex once already, but I’ve been really sore and Jordan won’t touch me until I am one hundred percent better.

“Nope,” Jordan drawls.

His mom gasps and claps her hands before resting her fisted hands under her face. She’s looking at us like we are the best things on Earth. I feel Jordan’s body shaking with silent laughter, his face tucked into the side of my neck, leaving me exposed and unable to laugh like I so want to.

“Twins run in your family? I hope for twins! Oh, triplets!” She walks out of the room, screaming for Jordan’s dad, Derek.

Triplets?

Yeah, let’s not shoot for that.

I want to be a mother. I have thought a great deal about it in my years locked away. Every time I wanted to envision my future, I saw myself being a mom, taking care of my babies and my husband. Call me old-fashioned, but that’s what I want.

“How’s your pussy?” Jordan whispers in my ear, his hand drifting down my belly slowly before cupping me.

I shiver and press myself harder against his hand. “Not sore anymore,” I whisper.

He presses his fingers in. “Good. Gonna fuck you tonight,” he whispers, his breath brushing against my neck and my ear making goose bumps break out across my arms.