Tate
Sunday morning, I awoke to an empty bed and frowned. Sitting up, I called out, "Flash?"
"Bathroom," he called back.
I slid off the mattress and stepped to the doorway. He was buck naked, bending over the sink, brushing his teeth. "Morning."
He faced with a foamy grin, continuing to brush his teeth. "Hi."
I smiled, crossing my arms, and leaning against the doorfra. He had the nicest ass. Muscular and smooth. The perfect shape to nicely fill a pair of jeans.
Flash rinsed his mouth, then faced again, leaning down to kiss , but I turned my head. "Let brush first."
"No." He planted a kiss on and smiled. "The first second we see each other, always."
"That’s a rule, huh?" I asked, trading places with him so I could brush my own teeth.
"Absolutely," he said. "How’d you sleep?"
"Once you rolled over and stopped breathing on ?" I joked. "Fantastic."
Flash chuckled. "King-sized bed. Got it."
I faced him again. "You know it doesn’t an I don’t love you, right?"
"I know, baby. I get it."
"Love you," I said through my toothpaste smile.
"Love you too, Tater Tot."
I finished up in the bathroom, then t him back in the bedroom. "What’s the plan today?"
"Whatever you want." He pulled a shirt over his head. "I’m free."
"Free all day?"
"Yep. You wanna look for a ring?" he asked.
"We can look for a ring?" I asked excitedly.
"Yeah. Unless you want to talk to your dad first?" he countered.
I scoffed. "You’re funny."
"I’m serious."
"You want to talk to my dad? About what?" I frowned. "You’re not going to do sothing weird like ask for his blessing, or sothing, are you?"
Flash grinned. "Not until we’ve discussed the terms of your dowry of course."
"Well, then what do you want to talk to him about?"
"We’ve had a tough few years, Tate, and your dad’s seen you hurt. I want to assure him that you’re in good hands with . I respect him enough to do that."
"Oh my god, you are the best person ever."
"Just want to do the right thing." He cocked his head. "Are you worried he might not give us his blessing?"
"My dad would never do that. If he did, I’d never speak to him again."
Flash raised an eyebrow as he pulled on his jeans. "Never?"
I sighed. "Okay, no, I could never stop speaking to my parents. But I’d be both surprised and really pissed if he did."
"We’ll cross that bridge when we co to it." He grinned. "But, yes, if you want to go look at rings, we can go look at rings."
I clapped my hands and let out a quiet squeal.
"The sooner you get dressed, the sooner we can go."
"You don’t have to tell twice," I said, pulling my clothes on in record ti.
We headed downstairs and found Hatch and Maisie in the kitchen making out, hard. I blushed, turning away, feeling like I was interrupting a private mont.
"Jesus, you two," Flash ground out, wrapping an arm around .
I chuckled, burying my head in his chest. "It’s nice to see people in love, honey. It’s all good."
"If it’s so good, why are you hiding?" he challenged giving a little squeeze.
"Oh, stop taking the mickey out of her," Maisie teased. "It takes a minute to get used to this life. I wouldn’t kiss your dad in public for quite a while after we t."
I turned my head to find Hatch grinning, his arm tight around his woman and his hand on her butt. They’d stopped tongue fucking, however, so I relaxed, and leaned against Flash.
"I just made coffee," Maisie said. "There’s also eggs, bacon, and hash browns. Help yourself."
"We’ve got a few errands—"
"There’s always ti for bacon, Flash," I countered, pulling away from him and heading toward the coffee urn.
"While you’re grabbin’ coffee, Tate, I’m gonna borrow my kid for a bit," Hatch said, and I nodded.
He led Flash out of the room while Maisie and I went about loading up plates.
Flash
Dad pulled into his office down the hall and closed the door behind us. "Where are we with the truck deal?"
I grinned. "Six trucks are coming in three weeks."
"No shit?"
I raised an eyebrow. "I told you I’d get it done."
I was a newer patch, and because I was now a full mber of the club, I had to contribute to the success of it. We had a diverse group of officers that was made up of our VP, Booker, who was our IT specialist. Our Secretary, Mack, was also our resident counsel, our Treasurer Hawk knew how to find anyone, whether they wanted to be or not, and Flea was our Sergeant. He worked with Dad and ran one of the automotive repair shops in Beaverton.
Our bread and butter was anything with an engine, and the club owned three body shops, two automotive repair, along with a truck-focused shop in Beaverton. This shop catered to big rigs and larger comrcial vehicles. Dad had expanded the shops over the years, filling the club’s coffers to record heights.
Dad smiled, laying his hand on my shoulder. "I didn’t doubt you, bud. Just wasn’t expectin’ it all to happen so quick."
Since the inception of the Dogs of Fire MC, it had been imperative for every club mber to be a consistent earner for the MC. It was our belief, that in order for our club to truly be free, we needed to be financially independent as a self-sustained entity. mbers were free to earn for themselves as much as they like, as long as they either kicked back personally, or had a business that earned directly for the club. Every brother knew that a financial stake in the ga was part of being a Dog.
On the other hand, should a brother lose their job, or have unforeseen dical bills, the Dogs of Fire would be the first to cover their expenses and that of their family. The club coffer was one part ergency fund and one part pension plan.
As our mbers got older, we made sure they weren’t forgotten or left out in the cold once they were unable to ride. For us, if you were a Dog, you were a Dog for life.
I nodded. "Thanks, Pop. I appreciate that."
"Okay, let’s get back to the won."
I chuckled. "Don’t have to tell twice."
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